(feat. Byata)



[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 shit's real

We sold dope to get mill, for white folks in Smith field

Fuck Israel, it's Kill 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 boughed, by she, wanna be

While her siblings is rich living, she ain't bitching

Mama's working two jobs, try'nna maintain a living

Few years passed, 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