Yeah, yeah, ooh yea yea
Yeah I am my dad’s son you can see it in my eyes
Never had a car, but got so much drive
From where paint don’t dry, you know 65
Holding down my block, as I touched the sky
I testify, I still prefer them taxi rides
Riding down the neighbourhoods gentrified
You see turning back the clock, it’s a frequent fight
Red light, green light we just tryna provide
Went from Kumon and parking coupons
To grey poupons, and groupons the line’s too long
Real talent’s in the mak ciks selling snacks sweating through their tudungs
But our palettes changed now it’s overpriced udon
I’m telling ya, this shit’s so scary yeah, selective xenia giving schizophrenia
We just tryna get out penny up the Hardaway, dolla sign
Before we fade away, count my blessings every time
[FAUXE]
Yes leaving that’s the hardest thing, but no more tears to cry
I know that life ain’t going to plan, don’t need no reasons why
All I ever know is...
I know that I can call you mine, and I’ll be fine
Home is where the heart lands in the heartlands
Home is where the heart lands in the heartlands
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
I paint a picture and pray that you remember my name
Word on the street is I lost self esteem in the
Boulevards of broken dreams
The strangerhood of silent screams
The corridors of forgotten queens
The new avenues a revenue stream
Damn
It’s a love hate relation
But for the days we done toiled
I stay loyal to the soil and the thing about
Rock bottom
Is you see the roots
And a couple of truths
And music in the interludes
Re-conceptualised my poverty
As part of me with poetry
The part of me with potency
The part of me they couldn’t see
I left my mark between palimpsest and failing tests
My secrets stay with stray cats in void decks
Who swore they’d never tell I was caught in a vortex
And that all I ever cashed were the reality checks
Yo how much you got man
Man I got $59 dollars
$59 dollars?
Yeah $59 dollars
I’mma feed the whole hood with this $59
You know it’s all good, I got $59
Yes I’m a local, ooh yeah
Just little more vocal ooh... ooh yeah
See it through my bifocals you grew here
They ain't ready for what I’m bout to do here
[FAUXE]
Home is where the heart lands in the heartlands
Home is where the heart lands in the heartlands
We do this for the forefathers, mothers and daughters
Those who built our homes from, across the borders
And the fallen sons of hit and runs, the globe trotters
Brought us brothers, now we in the melting pot, terracotta
Those who on that 12 hour shift, making ends meet
Those who work three jobs and they don’t know defeat
Back pain no Tiger Balm and still give up their seat
Those who can only kiss their sons when they asleep
Rain or shine, everyday grind, whether or not
Karang guni men, road sweepers, neighbourhood cops
Magnum opus for the hopeless if you hear this or not
I got my focus on the homeless but you see them not
So to all of my part-time baristas from here to Buona Vista
Three point swishers, compliment fishers, and Teh-C sippers
Those who’s screams are whispers, constant codeswitchers
We just full-time leasers, but you are all my teachers
Coffeeshop uncles on the T9 praying on the teletext
Hope your cancer’s benign, if you can't afford insurance yet
To palms that hit kompang, inspired I could be as thinly spread
And produce such music
And for how I never need to leave the hood to travel the world
With our hawker aunties serving every boy and girl
For the black and white faces of the neighbours I never knew
To the Melissa Chan’s of the world, shine on through…
