(Verse 1)
We was young, broke, and ruthless—corner store was the pulpit
Prayin’ over loosies and Arizona cool sips
Moms worked doubles, rent came with bruises
So I turned one-eighties into stacks, learned to move quick
Stashin’ in the oven, grams in the Snapple case
OG showed me love, said, “Never let the apple waste”
Every dollar dirty, but we spent it like it cleaned us
Four deep in a Civic, duckin’ cops like subpoenas
Had dreams of ballin’, but the rock was a different one
No courts, just couriers—night shifts, slingin’ slum
Fiends at the stoop told stories with shaky hands
One said, “Your life worth more if you never make a plan”
(Chorus – hook style)
Corner store confessions, we baptized in sin
Told my pain to the clerk, he just nodded, said ‘again?’
Cameras don’t see truth, they just capture the mess
In the land of the lost, where we cash in regrets
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(Verse 2)
Late ‘90s static, boom bap and burners
Grew up where a handshake might mask a murder
Projects raised wolves, loyalty got tested
Love don’t pay the bills, so the streets got invested
Every brick I flipped had a prayer stitched in it
Told shorty I’d quit—lied every damn minute
Polo fit crisp, but the soul feel worn
Nightmares in my sleep from the lives I scorned
Came from where you might die ‘fore you find peace
And your best friend’ll snake you ‘fore the crime cease
But I kept my circle smaller than a dime piece
And every day I ate was a sign God ain’t blind, B
(Chorus – repeat)
Corner store confessions, we baptized in sin
Told my pain to the clerk, he just nodded, said ‘again?’
Cameras don’t see truth, they just capture the mess
In the land of the lost, where we cash in regrets
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(Outro – spoken or lowkey bar)
Ayo… the corner taught me more than any class ever could
You either learn to break bread or get broke for good
This ain’t just rap—this a eulogy for innocence…
“Corner Store Confessions”… my hood’s testament.
Beanie
