Greg G-Ball Magers - Corner lyrics

[Verse 1: Marga Marion] Put me in the coffee shop on the corner where the open mic is on fire Keeps my tea steaming (King Crimson the kind you like) And my pen writing listening to lips Speaking singing preaching hip hopping words Words yeah Put me in that gallery on the corner where artists hands create images Lead to visions move our bodies different places Room for space to formulate conversations And discussions bringing words to mouths Word- word I'm in that crowd outside just around the corner where fists are fuming with consciousness Signs are painted with words, images, bodies moving for justice Mad mother f**ers with reason come together with movement, speaking out Can you hear their words? WORD [Chorus: Rico Sisney] Yup I swear I won't do that again I can feel them consequences coming back again Find my way through the wall instead of bashing head Might reside in this place but not living here [Verse 2: Rico Sisney] So put me in a place where ain't nobody trying to put me in my place I'm tired of people looking at me strange If I walk through the hundreds with a smile on Or walk slowly through the train turnstile when the lines long Am I wrong? Well, even if I am I'm not interested in fixin up the jam Cuz we still becoming cramped We widdled down to fit in with their plans Fear the trickle of the sand Hear the big and little hand playing I took a damn stance – Wishin I could get you off my back Like a middle-aged woman with a tramp stamp But I can't and I stand in a quick sand box Land locked – I understand I'm a swimmer I catch a glimpse of the C-orner Point when my spirit really needs water Thirst gets quenched in both words since Which helps me realize that we gonna Rise again I see the fire in The eyes of them that sidelined Poseidon By writing and reciting picket lines and plenty of handwritten signs Shadows, space and lines have a sand's grip of time While sequestered with canvas, pamphlets, answers and sips A man can forget the pain but it's hard when you're weighted by The stress and cognitive dissonance of your daily lives Have your cake and eat it under sun and shaded sky With moon and stars waiting by It's okay to try We are visitors here I try to remember with vision that's clear I'm not a prisoner here [Chorus] [Chant: Rico Sisney and Marga Marion] So get me out of this place I'm not living here Get me out of this place