Home, I roam in and smell the aroma,
Not from Rome, Italy, but straight from Puerto Rico, chico,
Calico vision finished playing on my television,
And in an hour I'll be on the phone going fishing for a cutie, so I can do my duty as a gentleman,
Pull out the Intamints chocolate chip cookies, dunk them in a cup of chocolate milk,
Let 'em sit a while, 'cause they're not wilted yet,
I bet BLS is going down on a jam,
So while I push the power button with my left hand,
Tune it in, a tune comes out the speaker,
Little toe tap comes from the Puma sneaker,
Weaker, my eyes are getting weaker,
Got to got to bed, it's like a quarter after three, cousin,
Just a day in the life of the peaceful one,
Home, New York City, that's where I come from.
'Cause home, that's where my heart is,
And your heart is where your home should roam,
Home, that's where my heart is,
And your heart is where your home should roam,
Home, that's where my heart is,
And your heart is where your home should roam,
Home, that's where my heart is,
Watch me rip the microphone, yo.
Straight from the pillow on,
I had the break of the dawn,
Broke, gabbed a token, took the train to the plane,
Not a fable,
I landed in the ??? went for 4, 5, 6, 7 days,
I wanted to break back more from Miami,
With my hand me down tailors,
Used to say, "Lord, buy me here"
But it was clear that without my daddy there'd be no caddies,
Things were babbie,
Mom was living sassy, until she me her saviour, then her behaviour changed,
Something strange, a rearrangement of her lifestyle,
Was kinda wild, but she always had a smile and pile of prayers,
She used to say 'em in the morn, before dawn,
And at night before her sight diminished to a sleep,
That was the finish, but my start of the questions,
Just then I knew a new creation explanation was needed,
Somebody feed it kinda speedy to Peace,
I won't be greedy,
Take your sweet time 'cause I'm in my prime,
And I got all rhyme to rock.
Home, that's where my heart is,
And your heart is where your home should roam,
Home, that's where my heart is,
And your heart is where your home should roam.
1986, 16th day, month of May,
I tell you what happened,
Busta rap got introduced to a new flavour, something called sweet saviour,
Mama said she made it for me,
Before this day I can't recall having this at all in the family, except aye, aye, aye,
Check this, I met this dude named Dave,
Always in a raise, straight praise from his grave,
And he told me about Jesus Christ,
And so I met him, and now I never let 'em,
Go for yours, find the source,
Run the right course, feel the mighty force of Yahweh,
...is this way,
My old man's here,
You're welcome anytime, knock and I'll be there.
So come, come on home, that's where my heart is,
And your heart is where your home should roam,
Home, that's where my heart is,
And your heart is where your home should roam,
Home, that's where my heart is,
And your heart is where your home should roam,
Home, that's where my heart is,
And your heart is where your home should roam.
