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

Got the first seed of a dope fiend, she A.D.D
Needle park off spring, bourgeoisie wanna be
While her siblings is rich living, she ain't bitching
Mama's working two jobs, tryna maintain a living
Few years passed, now she getting raised by the streets
Side by side, watch her hustle, 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, why the world so trife?
Crack fiend, you could've 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, tryna hold a nine to five
Yeah, I seen enough with these eyes
I thank the most high, I'm still alive

Don't you know you can't win?
Make up your mind
Don't you know you can't win?
Make up your mind