Lately it's come to mind that the corner's like a mirror
Pupils get wide as the picture gets clearer
Hunger feels closer as the block grows older

I cold shouldered the block and it froze over.
I lone-soldiered but it's time that my arms open
to the lost souls fallen before me with no hoping

Before, they called me the poet
but soft spoken ain't a way to make a change
in a day that's been long broken.



I fall asleep and these walls fall before me.

I'm caught dreamin, I blew it, the wrong story is truth.
Now my memories march with the wrong army.
I should've seen it comin --

story of youth, but glorious too.
And so I reminisce with pain and a smile,
watching things change but the main things never foul.

And so I won't confuse the music with the physical,
game'll flip up, I step up and switch styles.



It's the 1, 2 to the top to the pinnacle,
never gon' stop, till I drop imma spit this

y'all slip, since I was a jit I could quit this,
never gonna give it up, I'll figure 4 flip this
ya sweet like cinammon, homie I'm all mineral

subbin in sarcasm, my thoughts are all liminal.
Flip the script, spittin for nothin but conquest,
who rhymes best, the timin is mind

so G-d bless em if they want a lesson.
This called sess, the sess calms the mind,
so smoke another L and rewind.

I sit back, relax and recline,
this impact that this music had on me as a kid is devine.
I see it now like glass, so clearly.

All the people from my past, with love, I hope you feel me.
All the people in my future, hope that you can hear me.
And all the cats that're standin in my path should f#*@!n fear me.

This the real talk.
This is as real as it gets.
I reel with the venom, the burnin that I feel when I spit.

And I hold it in my hand with palms open
Hopin that you can hear the words that I've spoken
Cause I'm broken

and I know that y'all ain't quotin
a soldier in the soul game almost croakin'
And so I come alive in one rhythm

I put my ear to the corner and listen



I've come alive and won't stop 'till the pinnacle
for the corner, for the block, for the people alone
with no job, no money, no home

beggars won't stop blowin up your phone
time to get up, get off, and get goin'
boy you know you'reo gonna make it on your own

plant your seed and watch it grow
the book may be written but the story ain't told



And to the sound of alarm
my thoughts rise above the hate

and see love materialize
I need more, I reach up, and as I reach for the sky
I'm screamin in pain

but rage ain't the feelin I find
it's not weakness, I'm strong for once
I've fought for months to get off of this, off this crutch

of the fear 'cause it cripples me
I'm scorched in this sun
the thoughts of this symphony and thoughts of this gun

the darkness, it enters me
it eats at me, calls me so often
it scorches me, tortures me some

but I know I'm the fortunate son
so I toss it aside
in the positive, my thoughts will reside
I am done with this bickering
done with this hatred

done with this simple sort of living with this fake s*#@
Until the block kills me, imma grow stronger
not livin livid any longer



I've come alive and won't stop 'till the pinnacle
for the corner, for the block, for the people alone
with no job, no money, no home
beggars won't stop blowin up your phone
time to get up, get off, and get goin'

boy you know you'reo gonna make it on your own
plant your seed and watch it grow
the book may be written but the story ain't told



As I walk through the valley of death
Oh tell me, tell me lord you've got somethin left
Oh tell me, tell me baby got somethin for me