Where You From

[Verse 1] Thoughtaholic, From Bed-Stuy South Central Back alleyways ducked Cuttin through yards Hidin from the Cops Track meet with the pockets Twelve gauge Keep’em honest Need some money Is my occupation But not another problem I harmonize another month Another first day With check cashed Another way not found For The Love Of Money Gotta get some And do what it does From where I’m from Fields of fortune Printed Portraits Need authentic paint Brush strokes of the culture A muse to create Creating inside of creation Created foundation “Ready To Die” or “Life After Death” next to “Death Rows” replacement. Forget all the drama In ninety six Just a kid from the “Chi” “Po Pimpin” at eleven East 1999 E. track thirteen All eyes on me wondering what it’s like to be high… [Hook] Where I’m frommmmmm Thoughtaholic gotta call it Where you frommmmmm [Post-Hook] The days that made us With what we’ve seen With what we’ve known Is how we be [Verse 2] Made without knowing Knowing only what’s going on If “I ruled the world” I’d have a sense to belong, belonging with a long coming, Purposeful stares over the East River Other side Queens Bridge We gettin bigger, Growing strong Been a minute since Rosa Parks Back of the bus “Movin On,” A-T-L-A-N-T-A “Magic City” thoughts This is our Song This our proof Thirteen on a country cruise Odds Fellow Cemetery Eighth of an ounce Weighed out, First time faded What its bout, “Bout it, bout it” Corner of Pleasant and Main Headed to Video store “Boyz N The Hood” Callin my name… [Hook] Where I’m frommmmmm Thoughtaholic gotta call it Where you frommmmmm [Verse 3] Mom gone for the weekend Another Friday night T.J. and I out after curfew two girls, only thing in sight, Starting to live fast Nothing makes something without questioning the why, Why the music plays The music beats It Carry’s us Fixed face in the streets Faceless worries can breathe No Face reveals recognition Side roads know, Glowing lights in the dark All the stars start to glow Glowing past polluted Pasts, skies masked While music asks what’s to show, Showcase on center stage Crown City Dodge “West Sides” the phrase All four seasons That “Midwest Swing” No Dope On Sundays If you’re scared go to Church and pray Praise, no Lazy in my flesh n Bone, My Krazy ways Wish When it’s time We Regulate under a clear white moon An empty City Park, We do we gotta do, [Final Hook] Where I’m frommmmmm Thoughtaholic gotta call it Where you frommmmmm [Outro] Go left just West of sixty Seven Four Hundred South That’s where you’ll get your blessing…