Sabzi - Joe Metro lyrics

I reach beneath the skin of the street with each step Walkin' closer to my final destination of d**h When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my breath The Northwest fills the lungs, heals the pain in my chest Take six quarters out of the pocket Drop it in the box Hop the 48, off to pay homage It stops often, I jot my observations, watchin' Citizens walkin' off of the Joe Metropolitan Proletariats and wayward sons With old Filipino men speakin' in they native tongue And the day is just begun Greeted by the scent of a bum Smelling something like beer, barf, and dung A brother in repose in the back all alone Marinatin' in a pair of half-broken headphones Mumbling rhymes Same time begin to pen mine Appreciating God's design Rewind sister Reminds me of a smile in the back of my memory Wonder if I'll see her again Will she remember me? "I'm not tryin' to holler, I swear. I'm just weary of the way we hop a ride And just sit there and stare." Prepare for my nine o' clock work meeting A couple pale folks slide right by with no greeting But the people with my phenotype follow with a head-nod up Because we acknowledge that the sh**'s f**ed up North of Martin Luther King, a straight warzone Detours through the concrete, cranes, and bulldozers No, the Hill is not over still Every block got a coffee shop; it's overk** Focus, know the deal Dope to see Kalil back, the medicine is good again The feeling of leaving and coming back to your hood again It's priceless, I write this, our lives are in crisis Most talk, but don't walk, the path of the righteous Despite this I measure each step, walkin' closer to my final destination of d**h When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my breath The Northwest fills my lungs, heals the pain in my chest Clutch the moment, a transfer in my hand Still listening Lookin' out the window to the gold and the green And the sun might be shinin' but it's colder than it seems 'Cuz the weather's dialectical: there's no in-between In walks an old soul A First Nation native, cat's chiseled like a totem pole No words, as he stands and looks over us He gets off and says, "Have a good day, you foreigners." I, crack a smile one time for the acknowledgement Northbound, now we start to pick up more college kids They try to study on the ride To make up for the fact that they probably kicked it hard last night And I ponder if it's time to save up and get a car And pay for the gas that we're takin' from the war I'd miss all the colorful faces, the places, and spaces I've embraced with The faith that I can rest and raise kids here even with these cats set Trippin' Bringin' '95 back again, same old conditions From Reagan, to Bush, to Clinton, to the Bush the 2nd No matter the neighborhood in the city you're reppin' It's gettin' serious y'all You can even hear the rebel call Gettin' off, leavin' hella pieces on the walls Seen it all, sittin' sideways with my townmates Only place left where majority is brown-faced Now we headed downtown to trade our labor for cash I thank the navigator once and walk fast I walk past the next round of cats to jump on it Locked in deep thought, we ride around in silence And cross Rizal Bridge I watch each step, walkin' closer to my final destination of d**h When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my breath The Northwest fills the lungs, heals the pain in my chest I remain blessed, steppin' on rain with each step Eyes heavy from the lack of the cousin of d**h When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my breath The Northwest fills the lungs y'all, you know the rest