Artist: Statik Selektah f/ Talib Kweli Album: Extended Play Song: Home Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Talib Kweli] Ok (Build it up!) There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home Let's go! Is there a heart in the house tonight? Yeah! Stand up! Yeah! I got a question (La La La La La La La) Is there a heart in the house tonight? (La La La La La, La La La La La) Yeah! Yeah! [Verse One: Talib Kweli] Good mornin, so glad I got a home to record in These houses people grew up in disrupted they can't afford it Had hope to stay in the family for the son and for the daughter They makin you fork it over or force into foreclosure When I'm tourin I got a bunk but it's more like a coffin So the comfort of a home is important Trust, alot more with investments of mortgages They could put in on rims strut to the club and flossin This is the american dream, house, wife, kids and a dog Fight for 'em in the bitter divorce Nobody win in the situation everything considered a loss I grab a lemonade and sit on the porch [Chorus: Talib Kweli] I write rhymes to the sounds of the birds chirpin, tellin our stories in the first person There's no place like home, there's no place like home Yeah! I write rhymes to the sounds of the birds chirpin, tellin our stories in the first person There's no place like home, there's no place like home [Verse Two: Talib Kweli] Yeah! This is dedicated to places I'm stayin at My crib my lab my pad and wherever I lay my hat For some it's a box or a tunnel or underpass It can be your beach for as long as the summer last Home is what you make it the place where you find your start Where you go when the block is hot as a sign your mind at heart The heart is a house for love, and so we build it up I use to feel kind of empty until we build it up This here the living room, it's where we chill it's the biggest room My cousins on the coach let me sit with you Your kids playin in the yard they as big as you Where your twin of course catch him in the kitchen with the food Feelin good this is so essential Watchin the game with my pops who taught me the fundamentals So I'm swingin for the fences, not just tryin to trod on base My homeruns bring me back to this home place [Chorus: Talib Kweli] I write rhymes to the sounds of the birds chirpin, tellin our stories in the first person There's no place like home, there's no place like home Yeah! I write rhymes to the sounds of the birds chirpin, tellin our stories in the first person There's no place like home, there's no place like home [Outro: Talib Kweli] Yeah! Is there a heart in the house tonight? Uh! Yeah! Stand up! Stand up!