[Verse 1] Sunset, five oclock, dead center of winter Aint nobody goin out after dinner You can sit and hear grandma talk about the old days Next to the fire pit, watching the coals blaze Or maybe youre not that stable, your past is painful Maybe you got the bug thats fatal From a game of cats cradle or unwrapped anal Another J then, another Black Label Or maybe get an early rest, you a hard worker And every day you gotta go a couple yards further To find a place to graze or fill a water bucket Its like the earth said fuck it! Maybe you gotta be old before you grow Know everything about sex except that you can say no Bad luck, sista, sixteen with a son to rear But its the motherland, thats how its done here [Verse 2] Late night, dogs bark up a storm at every passerby Tryna make it home where its warm, and if you cast an eye Toward my place, youll see a candle lit I got a brain fulla shit and I dont know if I can handle it When the long night reminds me Im a troglodyte And Im stubbing out butts like a sodomite Nearest neighbors out of sight Sometimes the moon sheds light, but not tonight When I finally sleep, I dream of climbin And every step I take I kick aside a diamond The hill in my village is turned into a mountain Reach the peak after hours, turn around and What I see makes my hands shake A city risen up from the dark rural landscape Then I awake to a fresh new frontier Cuz its the motherland, thats how its done here [Verse 3] Daybreak, lotion for my dry hands Water I put to soaks frozen in the pie pans People outside huddled close to the braai stands Glance to the east, its snowing in the highlands And my plans to hit town and kick out jams To put my people up in a position of finance So I squeeze in the back of a packed van wrapped in an afghan And pass grassland the color of PacMan Taxi mans a DJ, blastin his beats Then he delivers me to the African streets And its home now, I got a lotta homes cuz Im grown now You know it aint where ya from, its where ya hold it down Ill never stop reppin VA, USA But Africas in my blood and shes there to stay And yo, I give a damn what you got in terms of melanin Dont pop shit about a continent if youve never been! The song needs to be sung clear Cuz its the motherland, thats how its done here
motherland, maybe, grassland, braai, stubbing