Home Sweet Home

Uh-huh-huh, oh yeah

Glory, hallelujah

Mummy said I'm hard of hearing, in her golden earrings

This is like a golden era, schooled by the golden parents

Do your chores and run your errands before you say a sentence

'Cause children should be seen, not heard or interfering

So the front room door is closed, there's something on the stove

Sending shivers up my nose and I can hear the dominoes

Then I hear one drop

Then the rhythms turning low and I hear, "Run shop"

And now I'm really on my toes, so I ran there extra quick

Came back excited like they might just let me in

Until they asked me, "Where's the Twix?" Oh shit

Chatting to Melissa in the shop, she caused my memory to slip

The boy come back here with no Twix

With a blue bag like me nuh notice

Me say that trick inna the book is the oldest

And when mi weed deh yah now, me a roll it, right

Go on

Here we go again and man, I even spent the change

So I'm just hoping he forgets

And as I creep off to my room, I hear them call me Liquorette

It weren't home sweet home when the community was gated

It was home sweet home when the community was raging

Pissing in the flats and that was pissing off my neighbours

We only dodged the providence so we could pay the bailiffs

That was home sweet home to me

Kano made "Home Sweet Home" for me

And you can switch up or act different

But my memory museum just won't take those from me

Luciano playing, cleansing souls and it's touching mine

These times I broke a dozen eggs 'bout a dozen times

Blamed it on my cousin cah my mother's the stubborn type

Probably won't let me touch the road 'til the summertime

Ran into the kitchen, can't be seen, gotta duck and dive

These times it's like the Hunger Games when the hunger strikes

Sipped the baby cham and now I'm feeling to butterfly

Left the Ritz biscuits but I'll come back another time

A thief, me a thief, you know

What you stole, you're gonna reap, you know

It's not everything you need, you know

So much lessons earned, running through my mother's purse

For that bus pass money, tryna get to school to learn

Before she caught me

Boxed me in my face and told me forty

I probably wasn't even fourteen in bullet hole jeans

String vest got me looking mean

Was Mr. Lover when Shabba had the lean

And Desmonds was the ting and the Fresh Prince

It's happy black family, I thought that only happened on the screen

I saw it with my own two eyes that day

The saltfish had the sauce but the rice was plain

Avon bubble bath when it's time to bathe

And a Face/Off caught my eye before the iPhone came

It weren't home sweet home when the community was gated

It was home sweet home when the community was raging

Pissing in the flats and that was pissing off my neighbours

We only dodged the providence so we could pay the bailiffs

That was home sweet home to me

Kano made "Home Sweet Home" for me

And you can switch up or act different

But my memory museum just won't

Wretch text me at the Boeing 777

Must be lucky cah me gone a yard

Why does the land that I'm leaving feel like abroad?

52 Race cards on deck but I don't shuffle, nah

I don't bogle, I don't tap dance for Massa, nah

That's a pass, bruv, some are barking road cassatars

Nothing classic like them Reeboks I was gassing artless

Screaming, "Dat, dat, dat, dat's"

I rocked the three stripes

But there was never three lions on my shirt if I'm a Rasta

73 Years of hurt, jewels still gleaming up

John Barnes, Colton Palmer, Des Walker, Ian Duff

Country and the Queen, but if they took a penalty

We couldn't look into the screen

That was the talk amongst the leaguers

Funny how we've come so far

While coloureds are still bitching 'bout the last 12 yards

It's just the jargons

Youth had locked the Markeets with your banana plantings

So you bastards can't speak when we're monkey chanting

Bet Saka never felt blacker

And Rashford was the bee's till finals

So really, we're some ease, alright, those

But only when they feed El Chaldo

But take a nigga, that's taking the Michael

That's why I couldn't accept the gunners list

'Cause one mistake, you're no longer a Brit

That's common shit when you're from the bits, ah

Walk 'em out, nigga, might go black on

You'll be all white in the morning

That's the country that we're born in

It weren't home sweet home when the community was gated

It was home sweet home when the community was raging

Pissing in the flats and that was pissing off my neighbours

We only dodged the providence so we could pay the bailiffs

That was home sweet home to me

Kano made "Home Sweet Home" for me

And you can switch up or act different

But my memory museum just won't take those from me