Common, Bilal - Home lyrics

A man whose genius and freedoms and
Ability to communicate and
To talk, and to touch chords
A man who has the ability and the audacity
And the unmitigated gall God to stand up
To stand up

I heard the sound of the trumpets
The voice on the throne
Seen the twenty-four elders and I
Knew I was home
I was told to write a song for the people
Take the original Hebrews on an
Exodus of Black Excellence
Tell them to invest in us and
Make testaments about each other
On how we sisters and brothers
Cover the land and corners
With poems and stone go hard with it
Let 'em know you God with it
Even though I authored it
Let no one margin it
And make it all about paper
Or first week's sales
Though this is from Heaven give
'em verses from Hell
Those that fell off the path
Bring 'em back to the math
Your staff will be your microphone
Your name is Common
You was born to fight the norm
Take house niggas outta darkness 'til
They lights is on i'ma put a hyphen on
Your name: rapper-actor-activist
You the one that can reach
Into the black abyss
Stars that's asterisks
Show 'em what a classic is
Freedom riders need passengers
In your lyrics use scriptures and passages
To make them rise like Lazarus
And resurrect it again
They'll put disrespect on your name
And respect it again every section you in
Bless 'em and keep bussin'
If they don't like it
Shake the dust and say "fuck em"
Until you get home, I'm the one you trust in

I'm happy to be in any place
Where God's name is remembered

Soon I will be gone with
The trouble of this world
Trouble of this world, trouble of this world
Soon I will be gone with
The trouble of this world
Going home to live, going home to live
Going home to live with God

Go into the wilderness like
Musa on a pilgrimage streets are villages
Speak with diligence and authority
The fake are the Pharisees and Sadducees
Give them that Garvey free
From the Black Odyssey
Yo pardon me, you the God bodily
Functioning on earth as a part of me
That's why I gave you artistry
Go into the hoods with the
Shooters and the strippers
Forget the New World Order
New Jerusalem is with us
Tell sisters they earths and goddesses
If they got bottom
Don't get caught in a bottomless
Pit, there's a lot of us fit
For the kingdom is near
You can tell by the wars
And how the seasons appear
You'll appear in the circles in Hollywood
I birth you
In Chicago, you know how to parlay good
You'll get Oscars, Emmys, and Grammys
Give those to your family
Don't get caught up in the
Vanity or the world's insanity

Soon I will be gone with
The trouble of this world
Trouble of this world, trouble of this world
Soon I will be gone with
The trouble of this world
Going home to live, going home to live
Going home to live with God

To those of you who are
Unfamiliar with those words
They mean, in English, 'Peace, be unto you'