The Corner, Pt. 2
Trav Da Poet, Classix The Writer
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Cruising on my skateboard Unsure why I bottle all this hate for My heart big and my face warm But my anger is way too strong, oh And this corner is way too small, oh Pull up at Jet's around 7 o'clock Need to express some slick shit so I slide on the mic I'm thinking out of the box Sometimes I be so uptight Until these sounds travel faster than the speed of light Wrote a remix for just for Tyler's album But I need Hinata here so she can smear like Picasso It's weird when she's not home beside me Heading from the BX to come & find me Her DNA like TSA, the only one as fly as me I write her 3 minutes into my versuz w/ Jet Trav, Classix, and Ken Regulate how we spin Best out of 10 wins We dumb it down to 5 We played some classic tracks full of classic rhymes Magical times wishing I could revisit Everything is so different The beginning I write and read lyrics Through the Nas's and DOOM's Logic's and Lu's of this shit Now I'm a hue light up the room when I spit It's 9:02 where's my boo cuz it's lit The song calling my name She calling me late told me she on the J Only problem is the car she in this Man is acting strange Bae I don't feel safe she fed me rage Cuz all I heard was my favorite girl in pain I left my board with no reason to skate Don't wanna picture her murdered or raped That shit just filled me w/ rage Just take the villain away I'm the nigga that needs to be in a cage I'm grabbed my blade ready to make some edits to his face Kill him dead, leave a trace Hear my breath, heart race Through my chest, I keep wondering Since she hung up he tried to touch her or another chick The crew is deep tryna get through to me before there's blood & shit He deserve it, my shawty's worth it They told me nothing is Cruising on my skateboard Unsure why I bottle all this hate for My heart big and my face warm But my anger is way too strong, oh And this corner is way too small, oh Sitting on the stoop sipping Sprite eating chips Reminiscing on troops, street politics in the mix Blocks busted, Bushwick bullies in the bricks Smiling while frowning, Brooklyn was really lit Calm night, New York chill but still serene Twinkle in the sky, a sign from the lost team To live a life worth something, focus on the dreams Swiftly interrupted by footsteps stomping the street Six steppers scowling, looking for trouble The ring leader's full of rage with hands on a muzzle Or a blade ready to cut a fade or slice a face Buck 50, purchase blood, keep the change Hoodie's down, ready to kill, Trayvon's revenge Bandana over the forehead to conceal his sins While his team forms like a swarm of killer bees Death's in the air, walking dead, such a Thriller scene Sweating profusely, past memories breach mental dams When I was wild, unafraid of trial, not giving a damm I was spared from fatal consequences Survivor's guilt plagues my consciousness As I throw the chip bag in the trash and head inside Can tossed in the recycle, letting out a sigh Prayers to the sky hoping no mourners come through Unfortunate reality of things on the corner too Cruising on my skateboard Unsure why I bottle all this hate for My heart big and my face warm But my anger is way too strong, oh And this corner is way too small, oh
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