I'm feelin' free, let's go
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This, ha - ppy home [x4]
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Back in the day when the bus was less than three quarters
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Lloyd met Beverly and took her out to Sweet Waters
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"Boy what a looker" he thought, "Let me court her"
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He musta been a playa cause she popped out three daughters
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Brenda the oldest by herself for a little while
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That's 'til Joanne showed up she was the middle child
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Then came Loretta next she was a little wild
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Beverly was fly so her daughters had a little style
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Brenda the first in the family to go to college
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The dreams of being properly addressed as doctor
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Insert the name of the man who gonna sweep her off her feet
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In a heartbeat sharper than shark's teeth
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Just 'cause a brother say he love you don't make it so
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So when she was lookin' for suitors she had to take it slow
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Someone to run fingers through her Angela Davis 'fro
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And dedicate herself to like songs on the radio
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The ratio of black men to black woman at this college is preposterous
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If you a scholar you already know
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So she decided she should focus on her studies
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She couldn't have boyfriends, she could have buddies
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When she get out on her own she can bring men home
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But there was one in particular breakin' out the friend zone
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It's deja vu the way this came to me
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And it explain how I came to be
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I'm from
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Back in the days it was hard for black actors
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They had to lighten they skin with makeup like Max Factor
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My grandfather Stan wasn't (Nothin' But a Man)
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He fell in love with Jivote so he took her by the hand
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They had two sons, Stanley and Perry
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They go together like Brandy and Sherry or Coke and Mary and Barry
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Simply put they don't always get along
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They used to travel as a family doing shows singing songs
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But this was through the Segregated South
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And before someone got punched in they segregated mouth, Perry was out
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Livin' like a hippie in the sixties, Pop's chillin
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Headin' to The Village to see Bob Dylan, when he was top billin'
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But Perry was not feelin' complete, he had to get on his feet
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He said, "God willin', I can get into this school, that's smarter for real
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Plus I got this draft card in the mail"
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The champ said, "I ain't got no quarrel with them Viet Cong"
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Momma leanin them 'cause[?] they shootin' blacks, faggots, and Catholics
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People bleedin' on TV is so tragic
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Creatin' the catalyst for the people to get active
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Got into NYU and took classes
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The world was changing he knew he couldn't look past this
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Who knew goin' to school would make him want to give his name to a girl
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And have children that would change the world
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Back in the day we used to barbeque a little beach
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Bit up cause I got the sweet blood that mosquitoes eat
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My cousin Warren used to hook up the speakers each Fourth of July
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We can meet and my people be listening to 'BLS, KISS FM Mastermix
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Some dopes pass the fifth we watchin' fireworks after this
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Momma bought the biscuits, everything is all delicious as usual
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It's beautiful we all can kick it
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Touch football we get in the huddle and the twins steady get into trouble
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Me and Lebema[?] blowin' the bubbles, little Lloyd such a happy little boy
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It can rain, it can pour, ain't nothin' gonna kill his joy
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Jamal playing in the pool or well playin' it cool
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Times is hard but we makin' it through
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I'm taking you through the scene of the family reu'
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The family tree no matter what I'm standin' with you
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Insanity? Please, jail time, death is trouble
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Through the stress and the mess and to Der[?] I love you
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I go out in the world and represent the family name
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It used to hang on people from a tree like a candy cane
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Now I'm standing on the shoulders of my ancestors
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And I'm throwing up the sign of the times like hand gestures
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And no matter, where in the world, in Rome I get the money and always bring it back to
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Happy Home
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Talib Kweli |