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One block (feat. Aidyproof) Video (MV)




Performed By: The C!rcle
Length: 1:33
Written by: Ahmed Hamad




The C!rcle - One block (feat. Aidyproof) Lyrics
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On my block
There's crackheads and Wholefoods
Old dudes with Old views
Ignored advice
To babies chasing paper around the dice
Only to recall it decades later like...
"DAMN! That would've changed my life!"
On my soil
Is John Deere tracktors
Trucker hats backwards
Skoal spitting 20oz soda bottle half full
Product of a "F you mom"
Undsciplined handful
Blood red Confederate flag
Talk funny labeled Fag
Cinnamon melanin reduced to 'Nigger' tag
On my land
We pray 5 times a day
Hope famine ain't here to stay
And still say... alhamdillah
When life don't go our way
On my street bombs are like Alarms
But ain't no school cause it's rubble
Rebels to humanity revel when they level
Love to settle in a place to deep for shovels
Or bulldozers, move over, cold shoulders
Turn grains of love to hateful stone bolders
On my block
They speak every language
Ask the wrong questions
Get the right answers
Beef on my block
Like they cook Angus with anger
No manners and all malice
Love parked in a garage with no mileage
On my block
I see Bentleys and Roleys
Judges with grudges and desperate parolees
Dishing dishes that range
From general's names
To Enjera and polish pierogies
My block smiles, cries, lives and dies
Rich AND poor
I realize I feel obliged to let you know the world is 1 block...
Therefore mine IS yours!
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On my block
There's crackheads and Wholefoods
Old dudes with Old views
Ignored advice
To babies chasing paper around the dice
Only to recall it decades later like...
"DAMN! That would've changed my life!"
On my soil
Is John Deere tracktors
Trucker hats backwards
Skoal spitting 20oz soda bottle half full
Product of a "F you mom"
Undsciplined handful
Blood red Confederate flag
Talk funny labeled Fag
Cinnamon melanin reduced to 'Nigger' tag
On my land
We pray 5 times a day
Hope famine ain't here to stay
And still say... alhamdillah
When life don't go our way
On my street bombs are like Alarms
But ain't no school cause it's rubble
Rebels to humanity revel when they level
Love to settle in a place to deep for shovels
Or bulldozers, move over, cold shoulders
Turn grains of love to hateful stone bolders
On my block
They speak every language
Ask the wrong questions
Get the right answers
Beef on my block
Like they cook Angus with anger
No manners and all malice
Love parked in a garage with no mileage
On my block
I see Bentleys and Roleys
Judges with grudges and desperate parolees
Dishing dishes that range
From general's names
To Enjera and polish pierogies
My block smiles, cries, lives and dies
Rich AND poor
I realize I feel obliged to let you know the world is 1 block...
Therefore mine IS yours!
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Writer: Ahmed Hamad
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