im a stranger in a home i own been livin here twenty long years with my fam like a corleone but where did everybody go that i used to know i moved in back in eighty four we was very poor wasnt even sellin gold weight just movin in to the gold state i reminisce about the closed gate that seemed to wrap around the music that we made it had a ghetto sound most cats was black and brown in urban areas was so infectious that it spread out like malaria new york to cali back to the dirty dirty we used to be sixteen but now we pushing thirty i seen it change early i pulled a jheri curly on out to dready but the next phase we wasnt ready it seemed enlightened as the years got longer from black to white but the sales got stronger we started going platinum it was bound happen we went pop sleeping in beds of silk and satin when i woke up from my sleep pronounced saw the whole scene had changed all my folks had bounced but i aint leaving cause i own this block been paying off my mortgage steady with my bonds and stock i be buying property till i own the block i love hip hop its all i got theres a stranger in my home and hes watching yeah yeah yeah theres a stranger in my home and hes watching theres a stranger in my home my house has been invaded went out for just a second came back it aint the same as it was at times i felt could leave the door unlocked and let all come and go as they please but knowing that was there when i had left was there when i returned new faces replications some styles that they have learned like greeks had did egyptians complex to simplified i suddenly realized my cribs been gentrified and if people dont know then how could people come big money neglect the hood suburban promotion from urban emotion to corporation who really dont have a clue where they got they taste from theres a stranger in my home and my peoples is gone and im feeling like the outsider standing alone theres a stranger in here but the strangest thing to see is the way its looking right now the stranger is me  theres a stranger in my home infiltrating my throne stop messing with my crib wont leave me alone theres a stranger its danger the call of hip hop culture when youre feeling hot when youre not shes a vulture know that were supposed to protect and respect but its hard to stay righteous when you needing a check theres a stranger in my midst now im balling my fist i never dreamed it would come to this there is so much to me so theyre following me everywhere i go i dont know what to do but i gotta stay true theres a stranger in my home theres a stranger in my home and hes watching theres a strange from the root to the fruit thats where everything started at this is gods act we just act possessed