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phantom on the curb - sam cuervo lyrics

[intro]
in my head when sh*t fails
count to ten, i inhale
my pen woke from pent up feelings
my zen broken by the taste of this gale
a gust of wind stings on my skin
as disgust sets in when i think all about
my city, my home in this veil
and how my city soul fades in this tale

[verse 1]
pale*skinned brown young’un
i was just one of many
living in excelsior dreams wilder than stan lee’s
ain’t a comic book, marijuana skies tucked with
drive*by combined with cholos who ride cutlace
i seen the good, bad, ugliest in these streets
and i ain’t run with ‘em but know i collected some dirty deeds, ah
if you ask my memory is hazy
so i painted portals with these words lately
all my favorite spots in the mission central american
d*mn, what i would do for a salvadorian dish
now i’m rolling on sixteenth living off of this wish
look around, but all i see is hipsters i made a fist
all the spots i love taken by the light of skin, yeah
and now it’s f*ck you, i’m waiting on your offense
checkbook limitless but awareness is in a ditch
your racism in the closet waiting ‘till the hinge gives
think i’m stuck pouring coffee ‘till i fit in a coffin
cappuccinos for ‘em techies gentrifying market
latte for the engineer at the trump rally
he’s quiet ‘bout it in sf, but he’s one of many
and i don’t mind new people, but the bad are the rich, spoiled, entitled
i’m sick of pouring ‘em vials
now i get to reading malcolm x
wake up the black and brown
we taking this place back
[hook]
all of this h*lla overwhelming
and the warm is telling
miss the cold around me
see the smoke from the blunt is swelling
hear my gente yelling
now my heart is melting
strange faces and they’re condescending
overstepping where we set in
old hoods in a brand new setting
all their entrance gon’ be our ending
everyone i know has gone away
all the ways of old are parting ways
and i can spot this change from miles away
but i’m a phantom on the curb either way

[verse 2]
honest, i see your tendency as ridiculous ubiquitous trends
i’m steaming your drink while hearing weekend plans
how your life is all that
say all your morals go above us though, so god bless
no i ain’t thinking right, i only meet the left
same people moving in as they work in tech
the same people raised the rent on my homie place
the same people calling twelve in a brother sp*ce
wearing sombreros on halloween ain’t appropriation
but you enjoy our cuisine, you sell it as your creation
so will you speak on the stolen children inside a cage?
or give your check to a non*profit that’s making change?
how ‘bout you save all your retweets for senate letters?
heaven knows you’re complaining
but do you back it ever?
you run your lips true, but are you listening?
you call it virtue, i call it dissonance
you wanna cancel it, ain’t tryna take the blame
you wanna spend your days talkin’ bout the red states
and how they wanna k!ll blacks, g*ys, everything
i never disagree, but y’all are h*lla fake
red, blue, the way i see it they all segregate
all they care about is stocks and the soirees
h*lla different from my esé with his switch blade
they dine caviar, he may get hit today
i see y’all taking much offense on my behalf
i’d rather see you at the wall with a sign in hand
i’d rather see you check your biases and tendencies
and educate your crew, wisdom with your families
‘cause if you can i’ll check my temper and my prejudice
i know i have a lot of anger, i can better it
a lot of malice in my chest, and it’s poison
a lot of malice in my chest, and it’s poison
[hook]
all of this h*lla overwhelming
and the warm is telling
miss the cold around me
see the smoke from the blunt is swelling
hear my gente yelling
now my heart is melting
strange faces and they’re condescending
overstepping where we set in
old hoods in a brand new setting
all their entrance gon’ be our ending
everyone i know has gone away
all the ways of old are parting ways
and i can spot this change from miles away
but i’m a phantom on the curb either way

[verse 3]
with two whole decades down
i understand some of the pain that i feel in surround
some of my brothers lost brothers in the streets all around
weighted with doubts, ask the father why he took from their house
and why he took from their mouths
why they struggled throughout
it seemed if there was a god
he ain’t care the brown
blind eye for the downed
turned away from the bad
i feel if prayers never answer then we unfold our hands and take action
no good catholic believes in badness
but sitting ‘round trying nada won’t ease this sadness
it’s blm in the streets prepped for havoc
george floyd was k!lled, we gotta stop the madness
they did sean monterrosa like they did alex nieto
rest in peace creek
praying for my boy omarcito
praying for my boy ameer, hope your losses have healed
to my homie alberto, hope you rise in your field
to my homie julian, hope you find your place
to my family cristiano hope your bro stays safe
to my homegirl hilina, hope your heart’s in shape
to my homeboy jigo i hope you win at your pace
and anybody unnamed just know i’m thinking ‘bout you
just ‘cause i ain’t thought of rhymes, i h*lla care about you
got my pen and my pad
and i’ma sing about you
the bay’s story never perish
when i rise i gotchu
it feel like too much to handle along this time and sp*ce
but in this time and place
i promise we’ll get past it
build this city back up is why i’m in this rap sh*t
that and passion for bills is how i fight these fascists
if i ever stray away from this mission you heard
i trust anyone i named to pull me back into earth
y’all never phantoms in my heart
know i’m giving my word
even if the city thinks we phantoms along the curb
[hook]
all of this h*lla overwhelming
and the warm is telling
miss the cold around me
see the smoke from the blunt is swelling
hear my gente yelling
now my heart is melting
strange faces and they’re condescending
overstepping where we set in
old hoods in a brand new setting
all their entrance gon’ be our ending
everyone i know has gone away
all the ways of old are parting ways
and i can spot this change from miles away
but i’m a phantom on the curb either way
everyone i know has gone away
all the ways of old are parting ways
and i can spot this change from miles away
but i’m a phantom on the curb either way

[outro: phone conversation]
hey, what’s good, bruh?
nah, not much
i took a trip up to twin peaks
felt like i needed to clear my head a little
yeah, i got it on me
yeah, i can slide back in the studio, i got you
word, i’ll be right there

- sam cuervo lyrics

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