Home of Life - Takashi Ohmama

When you were a child, You were a tomboy And your mother laughed at the serious way That you looked at her And from your window at night There were the star's little fires And the armory lights You were tracing the lines Of a globe with your fingers: Cool rivers, white wastes Desert shores, and the forest green And a limitless life In the breath of each tide And each bright mountain, rising But now the boys are away, And such kicks they are having; Slashing away at the forest walls, With their bitter knives. Sparks bloom in their eyes, And they never look tired. Will they never look tired? On cliffs that tower from the rising seas Their bonfire glow Where a tiger lies And, cleaning their weapons, They laugh at his useless Claws, and all: It is a beautiful night To be born to this life And grind his every bone to powder! Do you remember Do you remember She carried you down to the edge Of the dark river and said: Though the water is wide, You will never grow tired You are bound to your life Like a mother and child. You will cling to your life Like a suckering vine And like the rest of our kind You will increase And increase Past all of our dreaming Horse without rider Lungs without breathing Day without light Song without singing A song...

I think I'm gonna stay home Have myself a home life Sitting in the slow-mo And listening to the daylight I am not a nomad I am not a rocket man I was born a house cat By the slight of my mother's hand I think I'm gonna stay home I want to live in the center of a circle I want to live on the side of a square I used to be in my M to Z now You'll never find me 'cause my name isn't there Home life Been holding out for a home life My whole life I want to see the end game I want to learn her last name Finish on a Friday And sit in traffic on the highway See, I refuse to believe That my life's gonna be Just some string of incompletes Never to lead me to anything remotely close to a home life Been holding out for the home life My whole life I can tell you this much I will marry just once And if it doesn't work out Give her half of my stuff It's fine with me We said eternity And I will go to my grave With the life that I gave Not just some melody line On a radio wave It dissipates And soon evaporates But home life doesn't change (home life doesn't change) I want to live in the center of a circle I want to live on the side of a square I'd love to walk to where we both can talk but I've got to leave 'cause my ride is here In my home life You take the home life You keep the home life I'll come back for the home life I promise Home life I promise, life Home life, home life

Ohmamama, Ooohmamama. Ohmamama, Ooohmamama. Bitch, why you wanna love me? 10 months ago you were betting my defeat Thinking I was too crazy for the shit that I'm in Now you're sendin' me snaps of you and your tities Talking to me like "Wassup, wassup, wassup Rilès! I need an instrumental, can I record my text?" They wanna be friends, personnal interest But my hustle ain't free, and my talent is less Wanna be me, they don't fuck with themselves Wanna beat me, yeah I've tried but I failed Trust me. "Whaat? He French, he rappin' in English? Who the fuck he is, what is this?" And I say: Ohmamama, Ooohmamama. Ohmamama, Ooohmamama. Haters, turning into friends And friends turn into enemies Problems come along with the fame And It's just the beginning If you see me less It's 'cause that I'm doing more I'm different I don't need your labels Move on, I don't waste time anymore No more. Bitch niggas sayin' "it's luck" I'm making it worth 'cause I'm putting in work 'Fore I be the best, I was probably the worst Gotta thank all of your wack rappers raising my thrist Saying shit like "Listen, listen, listen I know" But you know the least, why you're talking the most? Afraid of my dreams cuz you gave up on yours So go talk to my advisor if it is for pesos Hmar. "Whaat? He rap, he produces and mix? Who the fuck he is, what is this?" And I say: Ohmamama, Ooohmamama. Ohmamama, Ooohmamama.