[Verse 1: Kaz Money]
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I sing to any ear that relates and it won't be long till I'm asked to relocate like, your passports out of date right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
[Hook: Spark Master Tape]
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
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I sing to any ear that relates and it won't be long till I'm asked to relocate like, your passports out of date right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
[Hook: Spark Master Tape]
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
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