Lyrics
(Intro)
Yeah...
Every street got a story, right?
This one’s mine — listen close.
(Verse 1)
I was thirteen, dreamin’ under corner lights,
Mama workin’ doubles just to make the money right.
Pop was gone, he ain’t call that night,
Just a voicemail sayin’, “Son, live life.”
I ain’t know what that meant, but it stayed in my head,
Used to write little rhymes ‘fore I went to bed.
While the homies hit the block just to chase they bread,
I was scribblin’ bars, tryna chase respect.
The world cold — got lessons I ain’t choose,
Lost two friends to a war on the news.
I learned pain turn boys into men too soon,
When the streets teach faster than a classroom.
(Hook)
Corner light glowin’ on a lonely face,
Tryna find peace in a broken place.
Every step that I take, every scar I trace,
Still chasin’ that dream that I can’t erase.
Corner light glowin’, yeah, I’m still here,
Through the smoke, through the doubt, through the years.
One day I’ma shine with no fear,
‘Cause the dark don’t last when the light appear.
(Verse 2)
Fast forward, now I’m twenty-two with a plan,
Still broke, but I move like a different man.
Got a pen, got pain, and a mic in my hand,
Tryna build what my father never could stand.
Every rhyme I write feel like therapy,
Tryna
