[Verse1 Hasan Salaam] Its like coming home and finding out the locks been changed Mailbox got new names the whole blocks rearranged Mom and Pop spots replaced by old navy and starbucks Fact still remains they wanna get rid of all us From Jerz to Oaktown and back down to New Orleans We dont own the hood we call home they strangling all us That constitution shit it aint never been for us So behind closed doors you could guess what they call us Ambitions getting clouded by the bleakest surroundings Urban renewal only means unaffordable housing Tenements becoming condos worth hundreds of thousands So single Moms with 3 mouths to feed get forced up out em Its overcrowded at the bottom swept under the rug Gentrification claiming more turf then Crips and the Bloods After the flood we still waiting on something from H.U.D But the French Quarter got Mardi Gras they partying up What the fuck Chorus Im looking for somewhere to go Someplace that feels like home Something I could call my own I need some Peace of mind mine Im looking for somewhere to go Someplace that feels like home Something I could call my own I need some P.E.A.C.E. of mind [Verse2 Hasan Salaam] My Uncle loves the devil cause he gives him nothing He put the fear in his heart and took his knowledge from him We keep our trigger fingers on the panic button Self hatred got us rushing on a road straight to selfdestruction We becoming just a clone of our oppressor Assimilate to their ways and still settle for lesser Everyday we subject to torture beyond measure If the tables got turned bet theyd fold under the pressure Povertys persistent The ghettos afflicted Politicians only visit for photo ops in this district Life could end any instant You blink and you missed it Shit we tag our name on walls so someone knows we existed We want some freedom but the system wont let it be Even without a felony they push the death penalty Genocide got us riding on the side of our enemy Theres gotta be an escape in this world of white supremacy Chorus Im looking for somewhere to go Someplace that feels like home Something I could call my own I need some Peace of mind mine Im looking for somewhere to go Someplace that feels like home Something I could call my own I need some P.E.A.C.E. of mind [Verse3 Hasan Salaam] Im trying not to let my mind erupt Before my short time is up I dream of heaven but I know where Ill be winding up Recruiters in the schools quick to sign me up for lining up On front lines of wars that aint mine So I can die for what? Spill my blood over some rich mans oil As they sit back comfortably collecting the spoils See were expendable as young black males 3 choices a life of servitude or you dead or in jail We searching 4 the holygrail as the dro is exhaled Air is stale on the block where fresh flesh is for sale Ill save the details for a day when justice prevails And all the fake judges and snakes are getting stripped of their scales Behind the veil that gets worn by this socalled democracy Lies a country whos policy is racial inequality So while you busy protesting occupations abroad Might wanna fix your mess and clean your own backyard Lord Chorus Im looking for somewhere to go Someplace that feels like home Something I could call my own I need some Peace of mind mine Im looking for somewhere to go Someplace that feels like home Something I could call my own I need some P.E.A.C.E. of mind
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