G'dang Diggy

Home is where the hatred is – break bread
 But never offer them a taste until they pay for this
 Somebody said this place was rid of hospitality – gotcha
 I aint hungry anyway – I had pasta
 A full box to share with brothers if they're proper
 Starvin' artists – leavin' leftovers to rot?
 That's preposterous – your squad licks the posterior
 I don't know how to make it any clearer
 Yeah, I got desires, but above those are standards
 So I aint always trynna do exactly what the next man does
 They say I come across a little self-righteous
 But when it's said and done, I'll be the first one to step up in the cipher
 For real – talk of "let's build," but materials are concrete
 Ideals are ethereal
 I process thoughts outside the 'cattle run'
 To provide you with a ride when the battlins' done
 But some reply "no thanks" and attempt to use against me
 My proximity to the city
 Devout by choice, but providentially Baha'I by chance
 I make the most of an unusual circumstance
 For a Cause I discovered in another land
 I don't expect y'all to fully understand (say what?)
 I serve a Cause I discovered in another land
 Yo I don't expect y'all to fully understand...
 Home is where the hatred is – appreciate your fake smile
 But it's wild here trynna raise kids
 Under the pretense that these friends are for show
 And I don't mean 'fo sho homie,' I mean "for show."
 For display, for street credibility, for status
 For you to gas up, force laughs and act bad with
 For you to bum tactics from to pass as yours, lord
 Some of you emcees would make better actors
 Trust is a must for me – beyond dollars
 See friends like Brotha Thomas are a luxury
 Learn to never take 'em for granted – love overcomes
 A grudge is heavier than granite – I hold some
 Just to increase muscle tone, 'cause doin' these shows alone
 Builds character but it's hell on the bones – I ask:
 "Who's gonna take the weight?" And y'all shrugged like:
 "Wednesdays are bad for me – I gotta study."
 Carryin' a ton while them kids keep carryin' on
 About their newfound liberation
 And Hiphop provides an opportunity for you and yours
 To manifest your destiny doin' tours
 I'm sure it was because of the thunderous applause (that)
 You failed to hear me offer my support to your cause
 In the form of doin' shows for no cost
 Now you wanna talk? I'mma have to cut you off...
 Home is where the hatred is – gray skies play tricks on minds
 That try to escape from this
 Dirty shades of monochrome – 30 days since the sun last shone
 When seeds leave, they come back grown
 Stiflin' is rife – signs of early life abound
 Then it's – "cut 'em down, cut 'em cut'em down!"
 Your whole tribe subscribe to that Weyerhauser mentality
 Where one tree replaced by three is mathematically sound
 And while you're busy diggin' holes in the ground
 They're back at the factory makin' paper
 I'm hip to the game and it's a shame y'all recyclin' goods
 Since childhood I've been lightin' the woods aflame
 Rid the 'old growth' and let the ash fertilize it – naturally
 Such a beautiful catastrophe
 Ask me and I'mma tell you 'burn 'em all' then graft me
 To the last free-standin' piece of charred, black tree
 I'mma refurbish the earth with the majesty
 Cause home is where the heart has to be (say what?)
 I'mma refurbish the earth with the majesty
 Cause home is where the heart has to be...