Bobby Chowa - The Alleyway Lyrics

On the corner
3rd street and Vale
Right down from the mill
Moonlight spills through the window
Of an old stairwell
Cinder block orchestra
Echoes through the brick-line strip, might
Trigger nostalgia
Not so elegant sentimental jaunts and debauchery
Where they turn little murmurs into poetry
Whatchu find in there?
Sit uh
Shit, young blood
Whatchu wish fo
No trouble where the fuzz don't come no
Cut with a little grimey
Seekers of the underbelly get a little private
Innocence stolen with a first kiss
Sunk into the wall like a witness
Open door call for the misfits
Where the playas don't care
Whatchu find in there?
Post up in the alleyway
You come up in the alleyway
You know what's in the alley
Betchu getcha black magic
Pools and puddles from the rain
Dry butts lie chucked
With an aimless pain
It's relics of an ageless game
Played where the players don't bother
Everything's abuzz with the sun now fallen
Some lost in a darkened promise
Where the air lay stale
Whatchu find in there
Post up in the alleyway
You come up in the alleyway
You know what's in the alley
Betchu getcha black magic
Show up in the alleyway
Wicha love and tragedy
No f*cks in the alley
Butchu getcha black magic
Walking along a lonely road
The sensitive can hear the thousand stories that it holds
All the never told and never known
In the cold dark corners where the long forgotten, lost moments
Live on
Post up in the alleyway
You come up in the alleyway
You know what's in the alley
Betchu getcha black magic
Show up in the alleyway
Wicha love and tragedy
No f*cks in the alley
Butchu getcha black magic