Lyrics Uriah States of America - Selah the Corner , Norman Michael

I ain't have a day off since I got laid off just work
And I ain't have a real home since it got paid off just dirt
Cause home where the heart is,
And I ain't never have a heartbeat just hurt
To keep rhythm with the end time, this war at home a metronome
Met a bad chick on the block, Wall Street swag had a LV bag
I wanna holla but her left hand had a rock
Straight glittered in a NY minute looking just Plymouth
I could tell she ain't wanna stop,
I ain't hearing that,
I just wanna know where your mind and rearing at
Never even met her but I know I wanna meet her
And she looking like a queen so I called out Sheeba
She turned around with a 4 pound said go to cat calling to the gat boy
I told her I'm just tryna get to know you bad
Girl she told me I was never made for you black boy
So head back to the trap boy know you
A pawn for the cane and the crack boy
Tryna steal a heart huh looking like a jack boy
Tell a cool story you can learn how to rap boy
You can never have this dream, and that go for everybody like you
I know you see the ring on the left bling,
Tryna take something you ain't got a right to
So baby find somebody you could write to,
For the cops come saying there's a man down
Its funny that I try make a stand now,
What's really funny you remind me of my man now
You say I don't belong but you're the one to speak
You came around took everything from me
Made me a slave when I used to be free
Now what's left of me is all history
But I don't belong here? Oh is that right?
Whats going on here yea yea, something ain't right no
And you took everything that I own
And now I'm a slave in my own home
She told me bout her first man Wampa
On the block everybody called him Red Tai
She said he was a King by nature way
Back when we didn't live under a dead sky
Life moving through a cool breeze
Pale face only time they ever saw lead fly
Staring at a ship through the mist came a
Killer named Chris man I swear he made the dead cry
He told Red you lose, its now life or death lil homey you choose
See the birds in the flock and your woman and the
Crops, real owner you not homey give it up smooth boom
Heard a shot through air and the worse
Kinda fear start gripping at my living
Tai on the ground I could see the blood dripping
Feel the pain in my chest and my gut start flipping ugh
Bunch of mud in my vision hand on my skin and the grip started ripping
Every single piece of love Red Tai had ever given
Now I'm laying on a ground of my own flesh trippin
I see the stars and the stripes now, somebody tell Chris I forgive him
The only thing that really bothered
Me, is there was never any Thanksgiving