Byata - Street Corners lyrics

[Intro: sample] Looking on various street corners I'm sure you've seen it yourself Standing on the corner, is an alleged brother Dressed in blue or green, red and black And, spouting the news, that the revolution is coming And you better get ready, sort of like The end of the world is coming, unfortunately The world is just gonna get dragged on and on And, we have a poem that we've written particularly For the brothers on the street corners [Bronze Nazareth] Yo, standing on porches in front of houses and corner stores I'm born to more, horrific than syphilis, cuz where we live is Hell on earth, where was heaven when sh**'s real We sold dope to get mill, for white folks in Smith field f** Israel, it's k** Hills, spilt pills for my bill Write wills for my seeds, to live from, who take some Who give some, for brothers that was lynched hung, the symptoms Never go away, a stir away from colder ways Having ramblings and savages, blessed, from us asking This whole cross, is more rust in Florida oranges and lost orphans I offer thought for food in full courses I've soared into the night glow, my hat's low, my roots grow For you to soon know, I reap what you sow [Solomon Childs] We just land down from Liberia, young black man In control of the pillars, millions buried in dirt How many railroads do you own? How much clean chrome you own This for my ancestors names engraved in stone On the roads where the rebels once roamed We built homes, civilized our own King Solomon Childs, beautiful as black, this time We will walk on water, this time We will see through the lies, this time Prepare troops to move in, expand the runways Build bigger bridges, nine millimeters from brady We living in war, so prepare for submission Apache helicopters, a black man's face on a dollar The pigs constantly watch us, the streets is obnoxious Baby of the first nine, homey, in toxic [Byata] The first seed of a dope fiend, she A.D.D Needle parked off spring bourgeoise wanna be While her siblings is rich living, she ain't b**hing Mama's working two jobs, try'nna maintain a living Few years pa**ed, now she's getting raised by the streets Side by side, watchin' hustles, now she blazed like the streets This is for my women living in the struggle Getting brought into this world without asking for the troubles Of the every day life-life, a battered wife A single mother's holding it down, while the world so trife Crack fiend, you could of been something better in life Now hold your head up, ma, you know it ain't over, right? Yeah, this is for my Russians on the grind Off the boat struggling try'nna hold a nine to five Yeah, I seen enough with these eyes I thank the most high, I'm still alive