Talib Kweli, Madlib, Candice Anderson - Happy Home lyrics

I'm feelin' free, let's go

This, ha-ppy home this, ha-ppy home
This, ha-ppy home this, ha-ppy home

Back in the day when the bus
Was less than three quarters
Lloyd met Beverly and took her
Out to Sweet Waters
"Boy what a looker" he thought
"Let me court her"
He musta been a playa cause
She popped out three daughters
Brenda the oldest by herself
For a little while
That's 'til Joanne showed up she
Was the middle child
Then came Loretta next she was a little wild
Beverly was fly so her daughters
Had a little style
Brenda the first in the family


To go to college
With dreams of being properly
Addressed as doctor
Insert the name of the man who
Gonna sweep her off her feet
In a heartbeat sharper than shark's teeth
Just cause a brother say he love
You don't make it so
So when she was lookin' for suitors
She had to take it slow
Someone to run fingers through
Her Angela Davis 'fro
And dedicate herself to like
Songs on the radio
The ratio of black men to black
Woman at this college is preposterous
If you a scholar you already know
So she decided she should
Focus on her studies
She couldn't have boyfriends
She could have buddies
When she get out on her own
She can bring men home
But there was one in particular
Breaking out the friend zone
It's déjà vu the way this came to me
And it explain how I came to be i'm from

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This, ha-ppy home this, ha-ppy home

Yeah
Back in the days it was hard for black actors
They had to lighten they skin
With makeup like Max Factor
My grandfather Stan wasn't Nothin' But a Man
He fell in love with Jivote so
He took her by the hand
They had two sons, Stanley and Perry
They go together like Brandy and Sherry
Or coke and Marion Berry
Simply put they don't always get along
They used to travel as a
Family doing shows singing songs
But this was through the Segregated South
And before someone got punched
In they segregated mouth, perry was out
Livin' like a hippie in the sixties
Pop's chillin
Headin' to The Village to see Bob Dylan
When he was top billin'
But Perry was not feelin' complete
He had to get on his feet
He said, "God willin', I can
Get into this school
That's smarter for real
Plus I got this draft card in the mail"
The champ said
"I ain't got no quarrel with them Viet Cong"
Momma leaning on caskets they
Shootin' blacks, faggots, and Catholics
People bleeding on TV is so tragic
Creating the catalyst for the
People to get active
Got into NYU and took classes
The world was changing he knew
He couldn't look past this
Who knew goin' to school would make him want
To give his name to a girl
And have children that would change the world

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This, ha-ppy home this, ha-ppy home

Back in the day we used
To barbecue on Lido Beach
Bit up cause I got the
Sweet blood that mosquitoes eat
My cousin Warren used to hook up
The speakers each Fourth of July
We can meet and my people
Be listening to 'BLS, kISS FM Mastermix
Some dopes pass the fifth we
Watchin' fireworks after this
Momma bought the biscuit's
Everything is all delicious as usual
It's beautiful we all can kick it
Touch football we get in the huddle and
The twins steady get into trouble
Me and Abaena blowin' the bubbles
Little Lloyd such a happy little boy
It can rain, it can pour
Ain't nothin' gonna kill his joy
Jamal playing in the pool
Noel playin' it cool
Times is hard but we makin' it through
I'm taking you through the scene
Of the family reu'
The family tree no matter what
I'm standin' with you
Insanity Please, jail time, death is trouble
Through the stress and the mess and
The debt I love you i go out in the world
And represent the family name
They used to hang my people from
A tree like a candy cane
Now I'm standing on the
Shoulders of my ancestors
And I'm throwing up the sign of
The times like hand gestures and no matter
Where in the world I roam get the
Money and always bring it back to

This, ha-ppy home this, ha-ppy home
This, ha-ppy home this, ha-ppy home