The Corner

The Black man...which stands on the corner It identifies and symbolizes the border in which his congregation of friends and himself have allowed themselves to loiter See everyday I pass along that very corner And everyday it's the same old faces Getting pulled over by the police and arrested for the same old cases Then sits up in a cell and wonders why he isn't going places See with every inch of my naturally brown skin that very same black man, by me, is despised Because I worry not only for me, but for every other prosperous black man That goes to school Gets good grades And plans on going to college I worry that the very same black man that stands on the corner will be our demise The Black man...which stands on the corner So don't call me prejudice or a racist Because I have this theory that if you put that black man in a classroom and give him a test he won't even take it Then runs back to the street On his very two feet And robs somebody later that day while being discreet The Black man...which stands on the corner I fear that that black man is verifying a specific quota That every black man is a criminal, a thief, and a burglar But me sir, I am no criminal I am no thief Nor a burglar I am just a good black man which wants to get away from all this terrible weather Metaphorically speaking of the bullets fired, crimes, and dead bodies, man it's just terror That same black man that stands on the corner doesn't know the truth and lies which lies behind the crimes he commits on a regular basis He forgets the charges, but remembers all those hurt faces And until he changes his life from a life crime and hatred to a life of fulfillment and greatness He will always and forever be The Black man...which stands on the corner