Where I'm from
we wear our scars like verses
they tell stories.
We are walking chapbooks,
poetry galvanized into our skin
like Big 3 automotive steel
through proud assembly line palms
We seem to break ourselves down
just to handcraft our own resurrection
like life is just some shattered engine block,
and picking the pieces up ain't hard no more
It's hobby
(we put it down like):
Ni66a this that Rock'N'Rye/
Ice cold, front porch, scorching
Ni66a this that dotted eye/
Pissed, Joe Louis fist still punching
Ni66a this that Spotify/
We don't play that shit, you done opened Pandora
tryna occupy/
My city, my block, my street/
Why pity my stock I eat/
I read, I learn, I care
I think your data is obsolete/ (look)
Ni66a this that miss me with your savior complex/
Ni66a this that school aint got no budget why we paying Congress/
Ni66a this that,
artist sharpened in the heart of hardened environments/
Ni66a this that parking in the dark & christening Belle Isle/
This that,
Eastern Market where we often walking & we bargain shopping/this,
this that coughing from the coffin- we still alive/
This that,
Kayser Soze of locations, standing ovation/
from coming back from the dead for the umpteenth time,
we don't die, we do re'/
mi fa so la ti do over Titos holding back our Jacksons/
Me I'm Mic, I put Motown on my back to get it back
These our HOMES
These our HOMES
Y'all can't take em, Y'all cant take em
These our HOMES
These the places we grew up
These the sets that we threw up
This our crib, This our rib,
Y'all can't take what I aint gone give
Ni66a this my Heaven Of My Everyday
Heaven Of My Everyday
Heaven Of My Everyday Surroundings Ni66a these our HOMES:
Ni66a this that neighbor done lost his home cuz his taxes late
Ni66a this that student with no school to go/
so he don't go to school no mo/
he out on Joy road selling achoo, that blow/
maybe sticky green, Coppers gon watch him if he sneeze/
government watch him if he tweet/
streets do watch him if he Bling
over dem watches, over dem choppers, open up two shoots till he bleed/
aint no one stop them,/
and still he survive, it's no surprise he opens his eyes and ask for me,/
and is there heaven for a G?/
And I just laugh when they get mad at the rose from the concrete/
fix yo roads- shouldn't no rose ever be growing from these streets/
shouldn't even be no concrete/
nigga this want my seeds free/
like son it's Go Time, in Motown, it's yo time eat/ ya see
The higher you leap the harder you fall/
but right now, Imma leap so high I don't need no bungee at all/
See I'm just drift from a star/
I'm leave y'all blinking in awe/
as you watch this Detroit (D-twa) Heavyweight/
reaching for heaven every day/
These our H.O.M.E.S::
Ain't no big bad wolf, no hungry breath gone/
blow my heart down, give me home or give me death/
thinking we built this thing from straw & sticks/
3rd pig law: only build your love in bricks
3rd pig law: only build your love in bricks
3rd pig law: only build your love in bricks

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