[Intro – Ambient Street Sounds / Batiste on Piano] (Sound of a bell on the door, laughter, a register ding.) “Morning, baby.” “Yeah, lemme get that faith to go, extra sweet.” (Batiste hums over the chatter.) Mmm, even this sound like praise. (Snare drops; piano groove locks in.) ⸻ [Verse 1 – Lil Wayne] 🎶 Got a preacher by the chip rack hummin’ in tune, Deacon countin’ blessings by the canned goods soon. Lil’ man bangin’ spoons on the counter edge, Drumline divine, that’s the gospel pledge. Lady in the back say, “Baby, you late!” He say, “Grace on time, never second rate.” We don’t need steeple or marble floors, The Spirit clocked in at the corner store. 🎶 ⸻ [Hook – Choir + Batiste + Wayne] 🎶 We the choir of the corner store, Singin’ “Amen” between chores. Joy got change, hope got price, But love come free with every slice. 🎶 (Brass riff cuts between phrases like handclaps.) ⸻ [Verse 2 – Lil Wayne] 🎶 God in the gumbo, soul in the shelves, We pray for others, sometimes ourselves. Ain’t no hush here — faith loud and wild, Every hallelujah sound like a child. Trumpet leanin’ in the ice machine hum, Cashier preach, “Stay blessed, son.” Jon play chords where the laughter soar, Heaven open at the corner store. 🎶 ⸻ [Bridge – French & English Harmony (Batiste & Choir)] 🎶 La joie du peuple, c’est ma prière, (The people’s joy is my prayer.) L’amour vit dans la lumière ordinaire. (Love lives in ordinary light.) 🎶 (Wayne ad-libs under it: “Every light flicker — that’s holy, baby.”) ⸻ [Hook – Full Band, Brass Takes Off] 🎶 We the choir of the corner store, Praise between gum and the door. If you lost, come sing some more, Grace been waitin’ since before. 🎶 ⸻ [Verse 3 – Spoken / Lil Wayne Over Groove] I seen miracles at the register. People short on cash — the next man cover it. Ain’t no halo brighter than kindness, Ain’t no hymn sweeter than laughter. 🎶 Faith ain’t always grand, it’s got rhythm, And it hum right here in the livin’. 🎶 ⸻ [Final Hook – Choir + Children’s Voices + Brass Celebration] 🎶 We the choir of the corner store, Sing our hearts on the checkered floor. If the sky fall, we still rejoice, Heaven sound like the people’s voice! 🎶 (Band explodes into jubilant second-line groove.) ⸻ [Outro – Spoken over music fading] That’s the sound of Sunday… on a Tuesday morning. Yeah, baby — every day a holy day when the people still sing. (Trumpet fades, laughter trails off, door bell chimes shut.)

Choir of the Corner Store