(Chorus)

We all got to have a place where we come from

This place that we come from is called home

We set out on our travels we do the best we can

We travel this big earth as we roam

We all got to have a place where we come from

This place that we come from is called home

And even though we may love this place on the map

Said it ain't where ya from it's where ya at

(verse one)

I come up in the street around some real wild brothers

With more than one name and more than one baby mother

More than one chase, been on more than one run

Got more than one enemy and more than one gun

*Speaks foreign language*

While these cats that's less privileged is just more raw

Less space cause the projects laced with more flaws

Less sleep cause the nights ain't peace, it's more war

The can is raw like thirsty, rainy season thunder claps

On the block with your old pop pleading number act

To the spot with the red top fiends is huddled at

To the crib where the little kids spend their summers trapped

With the jungle cats, lions and tigers, leopards and cheetahs

For gazelle you get chased like a zebra, they blaze cheeba-cheeba

And dominate the weaker on the street

Hungry bellies only love what they eat and it's hard to compete

When they smile with your heart in they teeth

And the odds is stacked high beyond and beneath

Son i been plenty places in my life and time

And regardless where home is, son home is mine

(chorus)

Some people live out in-New York City

Some people live out in-Atlanta

Some people got to live-Chicago

Some people do live-Miami

All my people at-California

And other people got to live-London

And everybody