Letra de HOMME MADE (Feat. Virgil Abloh) - Lupe Fiasco

[Virgil Abloh:]
Have you ever asked yourself where the world is inside the solar system?
Like, where are we?
Like, where does the planet sit amongst all the stars?
Who knows, it's a super brain freeze
But an easier question than that is to ask yourself
Where we sit in the sea of art history
Like, that's tangible, that's man-made
Man-made art, so the history of it, we fit in
Another like, sort of framework to dwell on is, like, where do we live?
You know, you live in a house
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I guarantee the house that you grew up in is what you define as a house
But, for someone that grew up on the opposite side of the world
What they grew up in, they think of as a house
A kitchen, a living room, a roof, a door, etcetera
Just shit to think about, you know
Whole bullet point is, the world inside it is man-made
It's all metaphoric, man has flaws
Man loves power, everything is man-made
And, what's more dangerous than that?
But, as I digress