Happy Home

[Intro: Talib]

I'm feelin' free, let's go

[Hook: Candice Anderson & Talib Kwell]

This, ha-ppy home

This, ha-ppy home

This, ha-ppy home

This, ha-ppy home

[Verse 1: Talib Kwelli]

Back in the day when the bus was less than three quarters

Lloyd met Beverly and took her out to Sweet Waters

"Boy what a looker" he thought, "Let me court her"

He musta been a playa cause she popped out three daughters

Brenda the oldest by herself for a little while

That's 'til Joanne showed up she was the middle child

Then came Loretta next she was a little wild

Beverly was fly so her daughters had a little style

Brenda the first in the family to go to college

With dreams of being properly addressed as doctor

Insert the name of the man who gonna sweep her off her feet

In a heartbeat sharper than shark's teeth

Just cause a brother say he love you don't make it so

So when she was lookin' for suitors she had to take it slow

Someone to run fingers through her Angela Davis 'fro

And dedicate herself to like songs on the radio

The ratio of black men to black woman at this college is preposterous

If you a scholar you already know

So she decided she should focus on her studies

She couldn't have boyfriends, she could have buddies

When she get out on her own she can bring men home

But there was one in particular breaking out the friend zone

It's déjà vu the way this came to me

And it explain how I came to be

I'm from...

[Hook: Candice Anderson & Talib Kwell]

This, ha-ppy home

This, ha-ppy home

This, ha-ppy home

This, ha-ppy home

[Verse 2: Talib Kwelli]

Yeah

Back in the days it was hard for black actors

They had to lighten they skin with makeup like Max Factor

My grandfather Stan wasn't Nothin' But a Man

He fell in love with Jivote so he took her by the hand

They had two sons, Stanley and Perry

They go together like Brandy and Sherry or coke and Marion Berry

Simply put they don't always get along

They used to travel as a family doing shows singing songs

But this was through the Segregated South

And before someone got punched in they segregated mouth, Perry was out

Livin' like a hippie in the sixties, Pop's chillin

Headin' to The Village to see Bob Dylan, when he was top billin'

But Perry was not feelin' complete, he had to get on his feet

He said, "God willin', I can get into this school, that's smarter for real

Plus I got this draft card in the mail"

The champ said, "I ain't got no quarrel with them Viet Cong"

Momma leaning on caskets they shootin' blacks, faggots, and Catholics

People bleeding on TV is so tragic

Creating the catalyst for the people to get active

Got into NYU and took classes

The world was changing he knew he couldn't look past this

Who knew goin' to school would make him want to give his name to a girl

And have children that would change the world...

[Hook: Candice Anderson & Talib Kwell]

This, ha-ppy home

This, ha-ppy home

This, ha-ppy home

This, ha-ppy home

[Verse 3: Talib Kwelli]

Back in the day we used to barbecue on Lido Beach

Bit up cause I got the sweet blood that mosquitoes eat

My cousin Warren used to hook up the speakers each Fourth of July

We can meet and my people be listening to 'BLS, KISS FM Mastermix

Some dopes pass the fifth we watchin' fireworks after this

Momma bought the biscuits, everything is all delicious as usual

It's beautiful we all can kick it

Touch football we get in the huddle and the twins steady get into trouble

Me and Abaena blowin' the bubbles, little Lloyd such a happy little boy

It can rain, it can pour, ain't nothin' gonna kill his joy

Jamal playing in the pool Noel playin' it cool

Times is hard but we makin' it through

I'm taking you through the scene of the family reu'

The family tree no matter what I'm standin' with you

Insanity Please, jail time, death is trouble

Through the stress and the mess and the debt I love you

I go out in the world and represent the family name

They used to hang my people from a tree like a candy cane

Now I'm standing on the shoulders of my ancestors

And I'm throwing up the sign of the times like hand gestures

And no matter, where in the world I roam get the money and always bring it back to...

[Hook: Candice Anderson & Talib Kwell]

This, ha-ppy home

This, ha-ppy home

This, ha-ppy home

This, ha-ppy home