Correction Lyrics Reconstruction of the Heart by Sa-Roc

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1st Verse:
Youngin I remember hide and seek after lights out. Tell the homies pipe down. Y'all gon wake the house up. Then we gon have to fight now. Batman, Batman who gon hit my left hand? Cuz once they slap the palm it's on and popping-finna scrap dance. That was back when the crack had fractured the Black collective. We was fragments of this establishment-disconnected. Roc vernacular dope, in fact, cuz that sh*t's infested with them dirty streets, festering rotten drеams-disinfectant. 'Member rocking camouflagе cutting through them back woods? Steady tryna camouflage red eye from them Backwoods. Every exhale similar to status of them Black 'hoods. In other words, they up in smoke. No Cheech to lighten that mood. Fought like alley cats, streets like Alcatraz. This the Alamo. Hate our native tongues, them boys preyed on the tribe like Navajo. Don't know how in the hell we survived the daily violence though. This is just a memory of every ghetto child I know. Mercy

HOOK:
Hands up in the air
But only if you feel like
You ain't gotta think about it if it feel right
See the home that made me came with bitter and the sweet Like my heart tryna imitate real life
That's ok. I came out fine
Found my greatness in all that grind
Kept that faith and ain't stop trying
To make my mark in every space that I find
Oh lawd I

2nd verse:
I can still remember high school. That was when the homie died. Killed before his 19th, seem like those were passage rites. We was tryna fight the world. Nature rather Cassius like. A gamble tryna beat the odds. Tell em, "hold up pass the dice". Corner store, liquor store, Michelob, church. Dope boys go missing when the pigeons go chirp. Those boys fingers itching to pull a trigger on a perp. Of course, if he tinted, no judicial courts work. I remember summers on MLK Ave was like a shark tank. They circling feminine assets like it's shark bait. When us young women would pass, it'd raise their heart rate. The denim had us looking like we copping squats-park bench. They popping wheelies on Yamahas feeling kamikaze. That's how young Mike ended up between the sheets-Ronald Isley. But we keep playing with life and death like a childish hobby. Caught between a rock and the hardest place in the valley. Mercy

3rd verse:
I know you keep mentioning that I dwell in the past. But I'm known for long memory like an elephant has. Been prone to hold grudges like a devilish ex. Betrothed to Black excellence like I'm Betty Shabazz. My dude, I came up with Hueys and Ninas in class. You ain't rocking with the familia, we'll immediately clash. They'll market us til we popular then retreat with the cash. And stock us with guns and roses for the people we slash. My lord, this love deep and complicated. Split in half every time I sit and contemplate it. They made us a mark just cuz the darkest continent made us. This ain't regular. sh*t has to stop-constipated. But I was made from the concrete. Raised on them front stoops. Praised by them aunties, 10k on their front tooth. Aged from them rough edges, saved by their blunt truth. Engraved with the scars and stripes if you want proof. Have mercy

Mercy, mercy, mercy
Have mercy

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