Текст песни Street Corners (Fam Members Only remix) - Bronze Nazareth
(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
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