Corner Story - Del The Funky Homosapien

We 'bout to roll to the corner me and my crew

We 'bout to roll to the corner and get us some brew

We 'bout to roll to the corner and some swishers too

So we can roll a fat blunt and get perved

Another fine day in this land I live

Oakland where they don’t give a shit and that’s it

You know I’m sellin dank and split the profit 50/50

With this other brother who went in half with me

Now, first before we burst the move

We gotta sooth our nerves with the liquor

Then we don’t bicker

We’ll be relaxed ask your mama

This shit is like a war zone

Streets is hot like the Bahamas

But we will stay away from the drama

I’m wearin' my snipe, my arctic jacket with the wool like a llama

But then we had to pause like a comma

Cause someone got stuck and bucked and family was outside with trauma

We heard the shots from inside and whenever gats go off

I hit the deck and hide

And if po-po said they got there on time they lied

But you gotta give them credit they try

I see a mother cry and I’m wondering why

And my man said fuck it ain’t nothin' we can do

But to continue our mission down the block for the brew

And we out (yeah, yeah)

On our way we 'bout half way there

Children runnin' everywhere like they just don’t care

The Muslim Bakery is like right between

And if I pass by with beer they will look at me mean

So I ducks in and gets my Final Call now

Cause still my brain gotta be well endowed and proud

The ambulances signals and glances

So let’s hurry up and don’t take no chances

Niggas step to us trying to rap like we got all the answers

In front of the store trying to work that sleight of hand

The panhandlers, they not no amateurs

Daily reminders of how I gotta find a way to come up

It sums up life along with the kids and a wife

But anyway, we pass the local grocery store

And you can be sure the meats and the produce ain’t good no more

Some of it is from days before

I want it fresh and the clerk ain’t my race so he stress

They doin me in my community — fuck it, we there

Ain’t enough for a 6 pack so we had to share

A nice little stroll through the April spring air

We hide our shit so the Nation don’t see it there