Uriah States of America - Selah The Corner, Norman Michael

I ain’t have a day off since I got laid off just work

And I ain’t have a real home since it got paid off just dirt

Cause home where the heart is, and I ain’t never have a heartbeat just hurt

To keep rhythm with the end time, this war at home a metronome

Met a bad chick on the block, Wall Street swag had a LV bag

I wanna holla but her left hand had a rock straight glittered in a NY minute

looking just Plymouth

I could tell she ain’t wanna stop, I ain’t hearing that, I just wanna know

where your mind and rearing at

Never even met her but I know I wanna meet her and she looking like a queen so

I called out Sheeba

She turned around with a 4 pound said go to cat calling to the gat boy

I told her I’m just tryna get to know you bad girl she told me I was never made

for you black boy

So head back to the trap boy know you a pawn for the cane and the crack boy

Tryna steal a heart huh looking like a jack boy

Tell a cool story you can learn how to rap boy

You can never have this dream, and that go for everybody like you

I know you see the ring on the left bling, tryna take something you ain’t got a

right to

So baby find somebody you could write to, for the cops come saying there’s a

man down

Its funny that I try make a stand now, what’s really funny you remind me of my

man now

You say I don’t belong but you’re the one to speak

You came around took everything from me

Made me a slave when I used to be free

Now what’s left of me is all history

But I don’t belong here?

Oh is that right?

Whats going on here yea yea, something ain’t right no

And you took everything that I own

And now I’m a slave in my own home

She told me bout her first man Wampa

On the block everybody called him Red Tai

She said he was a King by nature way back when we didn’t live under a dead sky

Life moving through a cool breeze pale face only time they ever saw lead fly

Staring at a ship through the mist came a killer named Chris man I swear he

made the dead cry

He told Red you lose, its now life or death lil homey you choose

See the birds in the flock and your woman and the crops, real owner you not

homey give it up smooth boom

Heard a shot through air and the worse kinda fear start gripping at my living

Tai on the ground I could see the blood dripping feel the pain in my chest and

my gut start flipping ugh

Bunch of mud in my vision hand on my skin and the grip started ripping

Every single piece of love Red Tai had ever given now I’m laying on a ground of

my own flesh trippin

I see the stars and the stripes now, somebody tell Chris I forgive him

The only thing that really bothered me, is there was never any Thanksgiving