Home Is Where The Hatred Is

Gil Scott-Heron · The Revolution Begins: The Flying Dutchman Masters [2013]

A junkie walking through the twilight

I'm on my way home

I left three days ago but no one seems to know

I'm gone



Home is where the hatred is, home is filled with pain

And it might not be such a bad idea

If I never, never went home again

Stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why



Hang on to your rosary beads

Close your eyes to watch me die

You keep sayin', kick it, quit it

Kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it



God, but did you ever try to turn your sick soul

Inside out so that the world can watch you die

Home is where I live, inside my white power dreams

Home was once an empty vacuum that's filled now

With my silent screams



Home is where the needle marks

Try to hear my broken heart

And it might not be such a bad idea

If i never, never went home again



Home again, home again, home again

Kick it quit it, kick it quit it, kick it quit it

Kick it, can't go home again

Home Is Where The Hatred Is

Gil Scott-Heron stands as a pioneering figure in the fusion of jazz, soul, and spoken word poetry, often addressing the harsh realities of urban life. This track, featured on the compilation The Revolution Begins: The Flying Dutchman Masters, captures his signature blend of social commentary and rhythmic delivery. The song reflects the artist's broader exploration of displacement and the psychological toll of modern existence, themes that permeate his extensive discography. By examining the concept of home through a lens of alienation, Scott-Heron challenges listeners to reconsider the comfort typically associated with domestic spaces. His work remains influential for its ability to merge literary depth with musical innovation, offering a timeless perspective on the human condition within the framework of soul and jazz traditions.