Madlib & Talib Kweli - Happy Home Lyrics
I'm feelin' free, let's go[Hook:]This, ha - ppy home [x4]Back in the day when the bus was less than three quartersLloyd met Beverly and took her out to Sweet Waters"Boy what a looker" he thought, "Let me court her"He musta been a playa cause she popped out three daughtersBrenda the oldest by herself for a little whileThat's 'til Joanne showed up she was the middle childThen came Loretta next she was a little wildBeverly was fly so her daughters had a little styleBrenda the first in the family to go to collegeWith dreams of being properly addressed as doctorInsert the name of the man who gonna sweep her off her feetIn a heartbeat sharper than shark's teethJust cause a brother say he love you don't make it soSo when she was lookin' for suitors she had to take it slowSomeone to run fingers through her Angela Davis 'froAnd dedicate herself to like songs on the radioThe ratio of black men to black woman at this college is preposterousIf you a scholar you already knowSo she decided she should focus on her studiesShe couldn't have boyfriends, she could have buddiesWhen she get out on her own she can bring men homeBut there was one in particular breaking out the friend zoneIt's déjà vu the way this came to meAnd it explain how I came to beI'm from...[Hook]YeahBack in the days it was hard for black actorsThey had to lighten they skin with makeup like Max FactorMy grandfather Stan wasn't Nothin' But a ManHe fell in love with Jivote so he took her by the handThey had two sons, Stanley and PerryThey go together like Brandy and Sherry or Coke and Mary and BarrySimply put they don't always get alongThey used to travel as a family doing shows singing songsBut this was through the Segregated SouthAnd before someone got punched in they segregated mouth, Perry was outLivin' like a hippie in the sixties, Pop's chillinHeadin' to The Village to see Bob Dylan, when he was top billin'But Perry was not feelin' complete, he had to get on his feetHe said, "God willin', I can get into this school, that's smarter for realPlus I got this draft card in the mail"The champ said, "I ain't got no quarrel with them Viet Cong"Momma leaning on caskets they shootin' blacks, faggots, and CatholicsPeople bleeding on TV is so tragicCreating the catalyst for the people to get activeGot into NYU and took classesThe world was changing he knew he couldn't look past thisWho knew goin' to school would make him want to give his name to a girlAnd have children that would change the world...[Hook]Back in the day we used to barbeque a little beachBit up cause I got the sweet blood that mosquitoes eatMy cousin Warren used to hook up the speakers each Fourth of JulyWe can meet and my people be listening to 'BLS, KISS FM MastermixSome dopes pass the fifth we watchin' fireworks after thisMomma bought the biscuits, everything is all delicious as usualIt's beautiful we all can kick itTouch football we get in the huddle and the twins steady get into troubleMe and Abaena blowin' the bubbles, little Lloyd such a happy little boyIt can rain, it can pour, ain't nothin' gonna kill his joyJamal playing in the pool Noel playin' it coolTimes is hard but we makin' it throughI'm taking you through the scene of the family reu'The family tree no matter what I'm standin' with youInsanity Please, jail time, death is troubleThrough the stress and the mess and the debt I love youI go out in the world and represent the family nameIt used to hang on people from a tree like a candy caneNow I'm standing on the shoulders of my ancestorsAnd I'm throwing up the sign of the times like hand gesturesAnd no matter, where in the world, in Rome I get the money and always bring it back to...[Hook]
