Bodega Summer Stories

(hummmmm) Bodega light hummin' like it's tryna sing along Old head on the

crate said the block don't do wrong Momma workin' doubles,

I ate cereal for dinner Learned to want less so the wanting

couldn't win Summer hydrant open,

whole street was a river Uncle on the porch with a story

and a shiver Never had a lot but I had a whole

borough Concrete raised me and it raised me thorough (yeah,

thorough)