Saturday, August 15, 2009

A Place Called Home

I'm not from here I from a place called Home
Where it's cool to have your face unknown
I study hip hop and women cause where I'm from it's our way of your telephone
So come over
I think better when I'm not sober
Eyes stay bright so I cover them for worth
Your life
My trip is going to quick
Well at least until I fix my ship
I crash landed here
For twenty three earth years
And I been trying to get back since I got here
At Home I feel like I'm never alone
I got some real friends that will enlighten your dome
When we speak we don't use a microphone
Cause our voices are heard way louder than your nosiest tone
I come in peace so don't be afraid
I can only take one of you with me you trip is already paid
So when I'm ready to hit the road
You don't need your clothes cause those are banned in my place call Home

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