Wu-Tang Clan - Street Corners

Looking on various street corners I'm sure you've seen it yourself Standing on the corner is an alleged brother Dressed in blue or green, red and black And spouting the news that the revolution is coming And you better get ready, sort of like The end of the world is coming, unfortunately The world is just going to drag on and on And we have a poem that we've written particularly For the brothers on the street corners Yo, standing on porches in front of houses and corner stores I'm born to more horrific than syphilis 'cause where we live is Hell on Earth, where was Heaven when shit's real? We sold dope to get meals while white folk in Smithfield Fuck Israel, it's Kill Hills, spilt pills for my bill Write wills for my seeds, to live from, take some Give some, for brothers that was lynched hung, the symptoms Never go away, a stow away from colder ways Having ravenous savages, blasphemous asking us hold crosses There's more of us than Florida oranges and lost orphans I offer thought for food in full courses I'm soaring toward the night glow, my hat's low, my roots grow For you to soon know, I reap what you sow We just land down from Liberia, young Black man In control of the pillars, millions buried in dirt How many railroads do you own? How much clean chrome you own? This for my ancestors' names engraved in stone On the roads where the rebels once roamed We built homes, civilized our own King Solomon Childs, beautiful as black this time We will walk on water this time We will see through the lies this time Prepare troops to move in, expand the runways Build bigger bridges, nine millimeters from Britain We living in war, so prepare for submission Apache helicopters, a black man's face on a dollar (word) The pigs constantly watch us, the streets is obnoxious Baby of the first nine, homie, I'm toxic Through your eyes see Byata The first seed of a dope fiend, she A.D.D Needle parked off spring bourgeoise wannabe While her siblings is rich living, she ain't bitching Mama's working two jobs, tryna maintain a living Few years passed, now she getting raised by the streets Side by side, watchin' hustles, now she blazed like the streets This is for my women living in the struggle Getting brought into this world without asking for the troubles Of the everyday life, life, a battered wife Single mother's holding it down, while the world so trife Crack fiend, you could of been something better in life Now hold your head up, ma, you know it ain't over, right? Yeah, this is for my Russians on the grind Off the boat struggling, tryna hold a nine to five Yeah, I seen enough with these eyes I thank the Most High, I'm still alive