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Happy Home (feat. Talib Kweli & Candice Anderson) letra


I'm feelin' free, let's go

This, ha-ppy home
This, ha-ppy home
This, ha-ppy home
This, ha-ppy home

Back in the day when the bus was less than three quarters
Lloyd 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 daughters
Brenda the oldest by herself for a little while
That's till Joanne showed up she was the middle child
Then came Loretta next she was a little wild
Beverly was fly so her daughters had a little style
Brenda the first in the family to go to college
With dreams of being properly addressed as doctor
Insert the name of the man who gonna sweep her off her feet
In a heartbeat sharper than shark's teeth
Just cause a brother say he love you don't make it so
So when she was lookin' for suitors she had to take it slow
Someone to run fingers through her Angela Davis 'fro
And dedicate herself to like songs on the radio
The ratio of black men to black woman at this college is preposterous
If you a scholar you already know
So she decided she should focus on her studies
She couldn't have boyfriends, she could have buddies
When she get out on her own she can bring men home
But there was one in particular breaking out the friend zone
It's déjà vu the way this came to me
And it explain how I came to be
I'm from

This, ha-ppy home
This, ha-ppy home
This, ha-ppy home
This, ha-ppy home

Yeah
Back in the days it was hard for black actors
They had to lighten they skin with makeup like Max Factor
My grandfather Stan wasn't Nothin' But a Man
He fell in love with Jivote so he took her by the hand
They had two sons, Stanley and Perry
They go together like Brandy and Sherry or coke and Marion Berry
Simply put they don't always get along
They used to travel as a family doing shows singing songs
But this was through the Segregated South
And before someone got punched in they segregated mouth, Perry was out
Livin' like a hippie in the sixties, Pop's chillin
Headin' to The Village to see Bob Dylan, when he was top billin'
But Perry was not feelin' complete, he had to get on his feet
He said: God willin', I can get into this school, that's smarter for real
Plus 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 Catholics
People bleeding on TV is so tragic
Creating the catalyst for the people to get active
Got into NYU and took classes
The world was changing he knew he couldn't look past this
Who knew goin' to school would make him want to give his name to a girl
And have children that would change the world

This, ha-ppy home
This, ha-ppy home
This, ha-ppy home
This, ha-ppy home

Back in the day we used to barbecue on Lido Beach
Bit up cause I got the sweet blood that mosquitoes eat
My cousin Warren used to hook up the speakers each Fourth of July
We can meet, and my people be listening to 'BLS, KISS FM Mastermix
Some dopes pass the fifth we watchin' fireworks after this
Momma bought the biscuits, everything is all delicious as usual
It's beautiful we all can kick it
Touch football we get in the huddle and the twins steady get into trouble
Me and Abaena blowin' the bubbles, little Lloyd such a happy little boy
It can rain, it can pour, ain't nothin' gonna kill his joy
Jamal playing in the pool Noel playin' it cool
Times is hard but we makin' it through
I'm taking you through the scene of the family reu'
The family tree no matter what I'm standin' with you
Insanity Please, jail time, death is trouble
Through the stress and the mess and the debt I love you
I go out in the world and represent the family name
They used to hang my people from a tree like a candy cane
Now I'm standing on the shoulders of my ancestors
And I'm throwing up the sign of the times like hand gestures
And no matter, where in the world I roam get the money and always bring it back to

This, ha-ppy home
This, ha-ppy home
This, ha-ppy home
This, ha-ppy home

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