Home is where the hatred is – break breadnBut never offer them a taste until they pay for thisnSomebody said this place was rid of hospitality – gotchanI aint hungry anyway – I had pastanA full box to share with brothers if they’re proper nStarvin’ artists – leavin’ leftovers to rot?nThat’s preposterous – your squad licks the posteriornI don’t know how to make it any clearernYeah, I got desires, but above those are standardsnSo I aint always trynna do exactly what the next man doesnThey say I come across a little self-righteousnBut when it’s said and done, I’ll be the first one to step up in the ciphernFor real – talk of “let’s build,” but materials are concretenIdeals are etherealnI process thoughts outside the ‘cattle run’ nTo provide you with a ride when the battlins’ donenBut some reply “no thanks” and attempt to use against menMy proximity to the citynDevout by choice, but providentially Baha’I by chancenI make the most of an unusual circumstance nFor a Cause I discovered in another landnI don’t expect y’all to fully understand (say what?)nI serve a Cause I discovered in another landnYo I don’t expect y’all to fully understand…nnHome is where the hatred is – appreciate your fake smilenBut it’s wild here trynna raise kidsnUnder the pretense that these friends are for shownAnd I don’t mean ‘fo sho homie,’ I mean “for show.”nFor display, for street credibility, for statusnFor you to gas up, force laughs and act bad withnFor you to bum tactics from to pass as yours, lordnSome of you emcees would make better actorsnTrust is a must for me – beyond dollarsnSee friends like Brotha Thomas are a luxurynLearn to never take ‘em for granted – love overcomesnA grudge is heavier than granite – I hold some nJust to increase muscle tone, ‘cause doin’ these shows alonenBuilds character but it’s hell on the bones – I ask:n“Who’s gonna take the weight?” And y’all shrugged like:n“Wednesdays are bad for me – I gotta study.”nCarryin’ a ton while them kids keep carryin’ on nAbout their newfound liberation nAnd Hiphop provides an opportunity for you and yoursnTo manifest your destiny doin’ toursnI’m sure it was because of the thunderous applause [that]nYou failed to hear me offer my support to your cause nIn the form of doin’ shows for no costnNow you wanna talk? I’mma have to cut you off…nnHome is where the hatred is – gray skies play tricks on minds nThat try to escape from thisnDirty shades of monochrome – 30 days since the sun last shonenWhen seeds leave, they come back grownnStiflin’ is rife – signs of early life aboundnThen it’s – “cut ‘em down, cut ‘em cut’em down!!”nYour whole tribe subscribe to that Weyerhauser mentalitynWhere one tree replaced by three is mathematically soundnAnd while you’re busy diggin’ holes in the groundnThey’re back at the factory makin’ papernI’m hip to the game and it’s a shame y’all recyclin’ goodsnSince childhood I’ve been lightin’ the woods aflamenRid the ‘old growth’ and let the ash fertilize it – naturallynSuch a beautiful catastrophenAsk me and I’mma tell you ‘burn ‘em all’ then graft menTo the last free-standin’ piece of charred, black treenI’mma refurbish the earth with the majestynCause home is where the heart has to be (say what?)nI’mma refurbish the earth with the majestynCause home is where the heart has to be…nn