Place to Rest - The Recipe, SPARK MASTER TAPE, Talib Kweli

Looking at the map then i spin the globe, watching it spin as colors combine I

can see myself land anywhere and it’s home

Neither here nor there, still singing my song

I sing to any ear that relates and it won’t be long till I’m asked to relocate

like, your passports out of date right

Pack another bag put another nap sack on my back catch a cab cuz I gotta catch

another flight tonight

Be this way till the day I die too white for black too black for the white

Scrape the bottom of the melting pot when you got this many fucking sides

combined

I believe it’s, harder when you got No allegiance borders mean nothing when

you’re leaving constantly got to stamp another page another visa fuck

I been there done that, modern day nomad

No land no helping hand now which God do I pray to I was never programmed

Which culture should I identify with, when they ask where I’m from I go silent

Pick a side pick a tyrant pick a place to rest when I arrive in

Another form to fill

Another box to tick

It seems the same when change is constant fuck this shit

With my last breath i ask this

Where the graves in the city i land in

Where the fuck ya’ll gonna burn these bastards

We gonna ride till we all find us a home

Die till we all find us a home

They gon have to burn us if they don’t want our return

Weapon by the window we just waiting for our turn

They must kill us all and throw locks up on our urns

See the souless never die multiply we flood the earth

Swoup

Yeah, the prison industrial complex got a nigga stuck in the projects

Niggas sound hard in the ear be clear its just for the context

Running from the monsters to make a nigga less than honest taking up space in

your conscious (ugh)

Compassion is seen as a weakness, you try to take advantage of my kindness let

me remind ya

I come country called earth on planet called brookly New York fuck whatever you

thought

You can catch me in the hood like New Ports

Yup I be pimping this game like Too Short fuck whatever you thought

Colors of the culture and the name of the crew

(Ugh) and we breaking through gotta make it through

Try to catch up but it’s too late for you

Wherever I lay my hat is my home so a hat on my dome when I’m known to roam

Picture me in every city a like a travelling gnome

From the sty to dubai with the travelling song

Passport of an American movement from my shoulders to my ear like the demons

and the sherif bibs

Been everywhere you never been

Going everywhere you never went

They know, They know Ima rep this city till I rest In the clouds with a halo

They say no, they know that they will never accept one that look like Kato

But I never I been a afraid tho

No matter what they call me no matter they label

Everything just cease to exist when I read of the list, what I bring to the

table

A little more than a fork and a spoon what I bought for these goons and they

just abuse it Who woulda thought and they thought and assumed and consume on

the fumes on what they thought was music

But this is life… but this is life

Stuck in a place that I call my home but it don’t claim me can it get more right

Home where the heart is can I say regardless all I’m looking for is a place for

my carcass

Somewhere to park it

Somewhere underground and I’m bound homie don’t get me started

Cause all I’m looking for is a place to rest Somewhere just to bury me right

after death

They gon have to burn us if they don’t want our return

Weapon by the window we just waiting for our turn

They must kill us all and throw locks up on our urns

See the souless never die multiply we flood the earth

Im ready, give me this life

Tho I Dont i know which point is right

Comin in late, where do i fit

Sinking all my relationships

Nothing lasts im tied to a rock

In a hard place cus a dream dont stop

For a call on the phone in a room

Reading books all alone

Cus i learn how to fly when i walk on my own

And we all travelling

Looking for home

Lost connections, stop and listen

But we move on

Where are you from?

Where are you from?

See it doesn’t even matter

When i hear its chatter

No mother for a tongue

So i run to these new places

Missing these new faces

Building in the dark

To the pounding of my heart

Tryna fill in the spaces

Living in motion im open to changes

Hoping these strangers make new neighbors

Got me a dog so i got a best friend

For any moment of failure

So i close my eyes and i breathe deeply to the sounds of my flight calling

No surprise im a keep moving till im placed in a coffin

And it happens often

No trace forgotten

Im at home in an alien space

Where a difference makes us common