 (Chorus)
Around my way...
Around my way...
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way...
Around my way...
Around my way...
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way...
(1st Verse)
People let me paint a picture
You know I ain't a christian
I ain't a muslim, ain't a jew
I'm losing my religion
I speak to god directly
I know my god respect me
Cause he let me breathe his air and
he really blessed me
I ain't knocking you, but I don't fuck
with hospitals
Spit the gospel, truly knowing jesus
like apostles do
Return like the prodigal son to honor
Mohammed too
Stay away from ham like Abraham,
Lord'll follow you
Even when you took my man Chaka
God and what I'm a do
You gave the hood a modern day
martyr in Brother Amadou
I'm on the block, I'm tracing your
footsteps, I keep the faith in you
Your love, plus hard work and
ambition
We gonna make it through, my songs
is psalms I'm spiritual when I'm lyrical
This is for my soldier niggaz looking in
the mirror who
Sitting home scratching off serials
eating cereal
The way we find a way to survive,
shit is a miracle
We got mice in the crib and roaches
in the toasters, rice in the fridge
Bread in the oven by the roaster
We be takin' gypsy cabs and chasin'
50 bags
They be laced with shitty swag and it
really get me mad
The way we saluting flags, wrapping
them around our heads
when niggaz ain't become American
till 9/11
Feeling like you gotta sneak into
heaven
When the reverend looking like a
pimp and the pimp look like the
reverend
(Chorus)
Around my way...
Around my way...
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way...
These conditions make us strong
And we create our own businesses
so later on
Our children have things in their name
that they can say they own
A mix tape freestyle become your
favorite song
No place like home when the cops
ask you about your neighbors
Beat on you, threaten to incarcerate
you
Till you spill your guys like you a
Garcia Vega
We roll blunts not the papers
Cop the greatest take it coast to
coast
L.A. to Chicago like Smooth
Operators
Cop the Dro and cop the blacks
Cop the four, cock it back
Drop the flow, rock a hat on top a
stocking cap
Be a doctor or a lawyer or make your
momma a promise that
You'll finish school, but when you got
a dream you gotta follow that
And make sure when you make it out
the hood, you always holler back
Think about what you got from that
And always put your dollars back
On top of that, this is a legacy and we
a part of that
The hood is where my heart is at
Catch me around my way
(Chorus)
Around my way...
Around my way...
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with hate
Around my way...
Around my way...
Around my way...
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way...
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