Concrete Corners

Fresh crease on the jeans, white tee, that’s plain

Still feel like a king when I step off the train

Corner store bell ring, smell of oil and paint

My guy sweepin’ up dreams off the cracked cement

Old heads on the stoop talk highs and lows

Sayin’ “Watch who you trust, and how far you go”

I’m noddin’ to the rhythm of their worn-out tales

Tryna turn every scar to a wind in my sails

Smooth rhythm in my chest, yeah, I ride that

Let the day move slow while the time laps

From the block to the bus to the night track

I keep it old school cool, bring it right back

Smooth rhythm in my chest, let it slide back

Every step in the groove, never sidetrack

From the cracks in the road where we write maps

I keep it old school cool, bring it right back (right back)

Little kids shootin’ hoops on a tilted rim

Chalk lines on the ground where they learned to win

Mom’s bag full of cans, that refund rent

She laugh through the weight, still heaven-sent

I pass by the mural where my cousin stay

In colors that don’t fade, watchin’ over the way

I talk to the paint like we both still here

Promise I’ma turn our fear into cheer

Smooth rhythm in my chest, yeah, I ride that

Let the day move slow while the time laps

From the block to the bus to the night track

I keep it old school cool, bring it right back

Smooth rhythm in my chest, let it slide back

Every step in the groove, never sidetrack

From the cracks in the road where we write maps

I keep it old school cool, bring it right back (right back)