Testo Find My Home - Galactic
Testo della canzone Find My Home (Galactic), tratta dall'album From the Corner to the Block
Running through this city
I've been gone so long
Don't know how I'll make it
Just wanna find my, just wanna find my home
Looking out my window I see it
For directions in life, intersections they meet it
A locale for spot runners or cops
The end of every block, activity high
In a city that never sleeps
A Flatbush resident, age eight
Relocated to Queens but was hesitant to go outside
Laurelton was a place, pretty safe
But the first Christmas tech shots rattled the block
Changing the space and time
I remember not a hard place to be
Kept my head up, set peace when walking the streets
Older cats like "What up shorty?"
Reply with a nod and robbed
I kept my wad in a sock
Street smart, age ten
Different than kids in other cities but
Then again I was a quiet type
But could throw deuce and present it with a fight
It was all peace each day of the week
Spent most my time waiting for a bus
Or at a bodega for something to eat
Pardon the kicks on my feet, yeah them gems were clean
Just a day in the life, I'm narrating the scene
Running through this city
I've been gone so long (I've been gone so long)
Don't know how I'll make it
Just wanna find my, just wanna find my home
Found myself without searching
You could say we're soulmates
Meaning I'm only lost when I'm dreaming
Which is most of the time
When you stay close to the crime
You're the culprit most
Keep it real cause dreams are hard to cope with
I watched the Ave fold
Swallow a manhole where the beast cars and panthers
Fought police dogs where they tapped hands for pennies
And doo-wop was born
Where radicals yelled freedom from plastic bullhorns
Harlots hooked johns and tricks for a daily heroin fix
Where they praised the killers and the gorillas
Pushed bricks, the love that once was
Has now become flesh and blood
TNT sticks with short wicks
I see my own brother there, smoked out
His path led him to coke route
And mine time will tell
I hope he start his climb from hell
But if I kept dreaming I'd never find myself
Running through this city
I've been gone so long (So long)
Don't know how I'll make it
Just wanna find my, just wanna find my home
Street dreams cancel
I'm an artist at heart, won't play the part of a thug
But I'm cool to show love and get it in return
Even though this world's cold I speak words to emit heat
Like fire on a gas stove, bold attitude
Making a rational man think
Why should you get your way when you're on the brink
Of insanity, loving vanity
Loving me me me, you're your own fan and celebrity
Ha, you see it all night
High as kites, fist fights and cop sweeps
All before midnight
It's not a ghetto I describe
A part of any city's vibe
Get in your car and drive
It's not a red light, a stop sign
It's what keeps a house stable
And a piece of any foundation able
And if you still can't figure it out
It's the corner to any spot that I'm talking about
Running through this city (Running)
I've been gone so long (So long)
Don't know how I'll make it (If you wanna know)
Just wanna find my, just wanna find my home
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Ellman, Richard Vogel, Robert Mercurio, Jeffrey Raines, Stanton Emery Moore
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