Around My Way
Around my way
Around my way
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way
Around my way
Around my way
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way
People, let me paint a picture, you know I ain't a Christian
I ain't a Muslim, ain't a Jew, I'm losing my religion
I speak to God directly, I know my God respect me
'Coz he let me breathe his air and he really blessed me
I ain't knocking you but I don't fuck with [Incomprehensible]
Spit the gospel, truly knowing Jesus like apostles do
Return like the prodigal son to honor Mohammad too
Stay away from Ham like Abraham, Lord, I follow you
Even when you took my man Chaka God, what I'm a do
You gave the hood a modern day martyr in Brother Amadou
I'm on the block, I'm tracing your footsteps, I keep the faith in you
Your love, plus hard work and ambition, we gonna make it through
My songs is Psalms, I'm spiritual when I'm lyrical
This is for my soldier niggaz looking in the mirror
Who sitting home, scratching off serials, eating cereal
The way we find a way to survive, shit is a miracle
We got mice in the crib and roaches in the toasters
Rice in the fridge, bread in the oven by the roaster
We be takin' gypsy cabs and chasin' 50 bags
They be laced with shitty swag and it really get me mad
The way we saluting flags, wrapping them around our heads
When niggaz ain't become American till 9/11
Feeling like you gotta sneak into heaven
When the reverend looking like a pimp
And the pimp look like the reverend
Around my way
Around my way
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way
These conditions make us strong and we create our own businesses
So later on our children have things in their name
That they can say they own
A mix tape freestyle become your favorite song
No place like home when the cops ask you about your neighbors
Beat on you, threaten to incarcerate you
Till you spill your guts like you a Garcia Vega
We roll blunts not the papers
Cop the greatest, take it coast to coast
L.A. to Chicago like Smooth Operators
Cop the Dro and cop the blacks
Cop the four, cock it back
Drop the flow, rock a hat on top a stocking cap
Be a doctor or a lawyer
Or make your momma a promise
That you'll finish school
But when you got a dream you gotta follow that
And make sure when you make it out the hood
You always holler back
Think about what you got from that
And always put your dollars back
On top of that, this is a legacy
And we a part of that
The hood is where my heart is at
Catch me around my way
Around my way
Around my way
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with hate
Around my way
Around my way
Around my way
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way
Around my way
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way
Around my way
Around my way
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way
People, let me paint a picture, you know I ain't a Christian
I ain't a Muslim, ain't a Jew, I'm losing my religion
I speak to God directly, I know my God respect me
'Coz he let me breathe his air and he really blessed me
I ain't knocking you but I don't fuck with [Incomprehensible]
Spit the gospel, truly knowing Jesus like apostles do
Return like the prodigal son to honor Mohammad too
Stay away from Ham like Abraham, Lord, I follow you
Even when you took my man Chaka God, what I'm a do
You gave the hood a modern day martyr in Brother Amadou
I'm on the block, I'm tracing your footsteps, I keep the faith in you
Your love, plus hard work and ambition, we gonna make it through
My songs is Psalms, I'm spiritual when I'm lyrical
This is for my soldier niggaz looking in the mirror
Who sitting home, scratching off serials, eating cereal
The way we find a way to survive, shit is a miracle
We got mice in the crib and roaches in the toasters
Rice in the fridge, bread in the oven by the roaster
We be takin' gypsy cabs and chasin' 50 bags
They be laced with shitty swag and it really get me mad
The way we saluting flags, wrapping them around our heads
When niggaz ain't become American till 9/11
Feeling like you gotta sneak into heaven
When the reverend looking like a pimp
And the pimp look like the reverend
Around my way
Around my way
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way
These conditions make us strong and we create our own businesses
So later on our children have things in their name
That they can say they own
A mix tape freestyle become your favorite song
No place like home when the cops ask you about your neighbors
Beat on you, threaten to incarcerate you
Till you spill your guts like you a Garcia Vega
We roll blunts not the papers
Cop the greatest, take it coast to coast
L.A. to Chicago like Smooth Operators
Cop the Dro and cop the blacks
Cop the four, cock it back
Drop the flow, rock a hat on top a stocking cap
Be a doctor or a lawyer
Or make your momma a promise
That you'll finish school
But when you got a dream you gotta follow that
And make sure when you make it out the hood
You always holler back
Think about what you got from that
And always put your dollars back
On top of that, this is a legacy
And we a part of that
The hood is where my heart is at
Catch me around my way
Around my way
Around my way
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with hate
Around my way
Around my way
Around my way
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way
Credits
Writer(s): Gordon Matthew Sumner, Talib Kweli
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