Block Still Mine

(umm-hmm) Train came late,

I was early anyway.

Pocket full of nothing,

still I ate every day.

Precinct on the left,

playground on the right,

we ain't pick a side,

we just tried to make it night.

Nike box of memories under the bed,

half of them alive,

half of them said.

Told 'em I'd be somebody,

they ain't ask me what kind — now I'm somebody and the

block still mine. (yeah,

block still mine)