Stranger in My Home Zion I (Ft. Gift of Gab)

[Verse 1: Zumbi]
I’m a stranger in a home I own
Been livin’ here twenty long years with my fam like a Corleone
But where did everybody go that I used to know?
I moved in back in ‘Eighty-Four’
We was very ‘poor’ -- wasn’t even sellin’ gold weight
Just movin’ in to the Gold State
I reminisce about the closed gate
That seemed to wrap around
The music that we made
It had a ghetto sound
Most cats was black and brown, in Urban areas
Was so infectious that it spread out like Malaria
New York to Cali, back to the Dirty-Dirty
We used to be sixteen, but now we pushing thirty
I seen it change early, I pulled a Jheri-Curly
On out to dready, but the next phase we wasn’t ready
It seemed enlightened as the years got longer
From black to white but the sales got stronger
We started going platinum, it was bound happen
We went pop, sleeping in beds of silk and satin
When I woke up from my sleep, pronounced
Saw the whole scene had changed, all my folks had bounced
But I ain’t leaving, ‘cause I own this block
Been paying off my mortgage steady with my bonds and stock
I be buying property, till I own the block
I love hip-hop, it’s all I got