Street Corners

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 going to drag on and on

And, we have a poem that we've written particularly (don't you know you can't win?)

For the brothers on the street corners (make up your mind)

Yeah, standing on porches in front of houses and corner stores

I'm born to more horrifics than syphilis, 'cause where we live is

Hell on earth, where was heaven when shit's real?

We sold dope to get meals while white folks could sniff feels

Fuck Israel, it's Kill Hills, spill pills for my bills

Write wills for my seeds to live from

Take some, give some, for brothers that was lynched hung

The symptoms never go away, a stowaway for colder ways

Having ravenous savages, blasphemous, asking us to hold crosses

There's more of us than Florida oranges and lost orphans

I offer thought for food in full courses

I'm soarin' towards the night glow, my hat's low, my roots grow

For you to soon know, I reap what you sow

(Make up your mind) 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 that 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 (world)

The pigs constantly watch us, the streets is obnoxious

Baby, you're the first to not hold me to toxic