Block sermons

(Chorus)

Streets tell sermons, hear the block when it talk, yeah,

Mama prayin’ nightly, for my dawgs that don’t walk, yeah.

Cold nights, hot tears, trenches made me grown,

Every corner hold a story, every story got a bone.

(Verse 1)

Came up on that stoop, cold air and them blue lights,

I seen brothers turn to ghosts overnight, that’s the true life.

Pockets full of worry, heart full of the trenches,

Prayin’ for the youngins caught up in them sentences.

I remember lil’ homie laughin’, now he silenced in a frame,

RIP on the wall, mama callin’ out my name.

We was chasin’ paper, ain't know how to chase peace,

Now I write my pain in melodies when the nights don't cease.

(Pre-Chorus)

Real ones never fold, they weather every storm,

Fake love melt away when the cold wind form.

I keep candles for the lost and a prayer for the strong,

Streets preach lessons, that’s where I belong.

(Chorus)

Streets tell sermons, hear the block when it talk, yeah,

Mama prayin’ nightly, for my dawgs that don’t walk, yeah.

Cold nights, hot tears, trenches made me grown,

Every corner hold a story, every story got a bone.

(Verse 2)

Seen snakes in the cut tryna smile on the gram,

Once we was brothers, now he switch lanes for a plan.

Counted change in the dark, now we count bands in the light,

But the pain still hit different when you lose brothers to the night.

I move different, trust few, keep my circle small,

Fold up like a Bible, then I answer when they call.

Give my mama better days, put the past on layaway,

But the block still whisper names when I close my eyes and pray.

(Bridge)

Forgive me for the nights I couldn't be present,

I was buildin’ a future out the rubble of resentment.

All my losses turned to lessons, turned to lessons turned to bread,

I carry memories like stones, heavy on my chest, I said.

(Verse 3)

Now I write checks for the kids who used to hustle hard,

Took my pain, turned it into something to guard.

We at funerals eatin’ plates of regret, cryin’ on the pew,

Tryna stitch the wounds that they left when they flew.

I speak for the silent, for the ones that never made it home,

Block sermons in my verses, every line a microphone.

They want glory but don’t want the scars that came with the climb,

I pour liquor on the stoop, say a prayer for the lost time.

(Chorus)

Streets tell sermons, hear the block when it talk, yeah,

Mama prayin’ nightly, for my dawgs that don’t walk, yeah.

Cold nights, hot tears, trenches made me grown,

Every corner hold a story, every story got a bone.

(Outro)

Keep your head up, little homie, if you from where I'm from,

Streets teach patience, streets teach how to overcome.

We speak for the missing, every verse a solemn tone,

Block sermons for the fallen — this is how we come home.

Porque music

See you when I see you

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