Pharsyde (feat. Joe Fox)
Love on the low, love everywhere I go
And I can't face it all I need is right where I belong
Love on the low, love everywhere I go
And I can't face it all I need is right where I belong
My ears are ringing, my palms are shaking, my heart is racing
Somebody's mama's heart is aching, can't take it, partly fainted
Found these body parts in awkward places, like apartments, basements
Garbage vacant, lots, garages, spaces, Harlem's far too spacious
Sometimes I wish I could get away and charter spaceships
To get away from my inhuman race with hearts of Satans
Took off my Mason Martin's, lay on back like Martha Mason
Smoke away my eye and lung 'til later die at 71
I lay down now
This someone's [?] in the streets who gotta keep a, peace, peace
I lay down now
As I lay me down to sleep I pray to God I rest in peace
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Gentrification split the nation that I once was raised in
I don't recall no friendly neighbors face on my upraising
Back in my younger days or razor blades with gangs who bang and never stood a chance
Some boys don't dance, but left 'em Harlem shaking
On the pavement
And my generation fucked, and my society
Very trippy pages in my diary
It's the irony how LSD inspired me to reach the high in me
Used to never give a damn now I don't give a fuck entirely
I think my pride died in me, somewhere inside of me, it's gotta be
A whole 'nother side of me
If you seen the shit that I'd have seen in 26 years of living
That's how many fucks I've given
Love on the low, love everywhere I go
And I can't face it all I need is right where I belong
I lay down now
This someone's [?] in the streets who gotta keep a, peace, peace
I lay down now
As I lay me down to sleep I pray to God I rest in peace
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Love on the low, love everywhere I go
And I can't face it all I need is right where I belong
And I can't face it all I need is right where I belong
Love on the low, love everywhere I go
And I can't face it all I need is right where I belong
My ears are ringing, my palms are shaking, my heart is racing
Somebody's mama's heart is aching, can't take it, partly fainted
Found these body parts in awkward places, like apartments, basements
Garbage vacant, lots, garages, spaces, Harlem's far too spacious
Sometimes I wish I could get away and charter spaceships
To get away from my inhuman race with hearts of Satans
Took off my Mason Martin's, lay on back like Martha Mason
Smoke away my eye and lung 'til later die at 71
I lay down now
This someone's [?] in the streets who gotta keep a, peace, peace
I lay down now
As I lay me down to sleep I pray to God I rest in peace
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Gentrification split the nation that I once was raised in
I don't recall no friendly neighbors face on my upraising
Back in my younger days or razor blades with gangs who bang and never stood a chance
Some boys don't dance, but left 'em Harlem shaking
On the pavement
And my generation fucked, and my society
Very trippy pages in my diary
It's the irony how LSD inspired me to reach the high in me
Used to never give a damn now I don't give a fuck entirely
I think my pride died in me, somewhere inside of me, it's gotta be
A whole 'nother side of me
If you seen the shit that I'd have seen in 26 years of living
That's how many fucks I've given
Love on the low, love everywhere I go
And I can't face it all I need is right where I belong
I lay down now
This someone's [?] in the streets who gotta keep a, peace, peace
I lay down now
As I lay me down to sleep I pray to God I rest in peace
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Love on the low, love everywhere I go
And I can't face it all I need is right where I belong
Credits
Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, Brian Burton, Oliver Fox Williams
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