Cracked Payphone

Lyrics Below, Subscribe for more: [Verse 1] I seen the sun on the bus depot glass Men with cardboard crowns and a pocket full of past My block had love and a bruise in the same breath Kids learned to run fast, learned to duck death Mama kept the rent in a worn-out tin City want the sweat, want the skin we’re in They talk “law and order” from a leather chair But the cuffs come first when the block gets air Corner store lights on the freezer fog Fresh bread smell mixed with the bad news fog I write names down where the margins bend For every kid they lost, for every truck they send [Pre-Chorus] Tell me who gets fed Tell me who gets read Tell me who gets blamed When the whole thing breaks again [Chorus] We still here, we still speak Cracked payphone, same old streets We still here, we still fight Keep our names in the daylight We still here, we still speak Cracked payphone, same old streets We still here, we still rise Same hard truth in our eyes [Verse 2] I heard a mayor smile on a polished screen Talkin’ clean hands while the alleys bleed They build a wall, then call it peace Turn a hungry neighborhood into police My uncle said, “Son, keep your head up high” But he also kept gas in the truck outside ‘Cause the roads get slick when the checks run thin And the hungry wolves learn how to grin I seen the jailhouse crowd on the visiting side Moms hold tears like a folded-up pride They want your vote every four years flat Then disappear when the money goes black [Pre-Chorus] Tell me who gets fed Tell me who gets read Tell me who gets blamed When the whole thing breaks again [Chorus] We still here, we still speak Cracked payphone, same old streets We still here, we still fight Keep our names in the daylight We still here, we still speak Cracked payphone, same old streets We still here, we still rise Same hard truth in our eyes [Bridge] I don’t need a crown, I need my block to breathe Need school doors open and the food that we need Need judges quit playin’ with a life like dice Need the young ones see a path, not a price So I keep this paper like a flashlight beam Cutting through the smoke where the old lies lean If they shut one mouth, ten more appear That’s the sound of a people that refuse to disappear [Chorus] We still here, we still speak Cracked payphone, same old streets We still here, we still fight Keep our names in the daylight We still here, we still speak Cracked payphone, same old streets We still here, we still rise Same hard truth in our eyes