The branches have traded their leaves for white sleeves All warm-blooded creatures make ghosts as they breathe Scarves are wrapped tightly like gifts under trees Christmas lights tangle in knots annually Our families huddle closely Betting warmth against the cold But our bruises seem to surface Like mud beneath the snow So we sing carols softly, as sweet as we know A prayer that our burdens will lift as we go Like young love still waiting under mistletoe We'll welcome December with tireless hope Let our bells keep on ringing Making angels in the snow May the melody disarm us When the cracks begin to show Like the petals in our pockets May we remember who we are Unconditionally cared for By those who share our broken hearts The table is set and our glasses are full Though pieces go missing, may we still feel whole We'll build new traditions in place of the old 'Cause life without revision will silence our souls Let the bells keep on ringing Making angels in the snow May the melody disarm us When the cracks begin to show Like the petals in our pockets May we remember who we are Unconditionally cared for By those who share our broken hearts Like the petals in our pockets May we remember who we are Unconditionally cared for By those who share our broken hearts As gentle as feathers, the snow piles are high Our world gets rewritten and retraced every time Like fresh plates and clean slates, our future is white New year's resolutions are reset tonight

Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows In they socks and they soles, niggaz holdin' they rolls Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin' for mo' We know where to go, niggaz rollin' in droves They shoot the wrong way, 'cause they ain't know and they goes The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowing the code By the foes I was told, either focus or fold Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don't roll Down the roads where cars get broken and stole These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove On the corners I wish I could key this feelin' I wish I could key this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? We overstated, we underrated, we educated The corner was our time when time stood still and Gators and snakeskins and Yellow and pink and? profiles?? Street lights and deep nights, cats tryin' to eat right Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right Desires of street life, cars and weed types Its hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like Game that is deep, we speak and believe hype Banged in the streets has cop left for deep life (?) Its steep life, coming up where niggaz is sheep-like Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like G's with three strikes, seeds that need light Cheese and recite, needs and BE strife The corner, where struggle and greed fight We write songs about wrong 'cause it's hard to see right Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light Reality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites The corner I wish I could key this feelin' I wish I could key this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? The corner was our magic, our music, our politics Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries Broke out on different corners Power to the people Black power Black is beautiful Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers As cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists The dirt isn't just fertile, it's people workin' and earnin' this The curb getters go where the cats flow and the current is Its so hot that niggaz burn to live The furnace is, whether money movin', the determined live We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers Its so black packed with action that's affirmative The corners I wish I could key this feelin' I wish I could key this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge Our Taj Mahal, our monument Our testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to love Down on the corner

Hey, Poncho, where are you going? I'm going to San Francisco man To see my friend El Poncho He says, hey One String There's something you got to know, you know? I said, yeah? When we are back on our saddles and our horses We sing this old country song like this Chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow On my way to San Francisco Where I buck my friend and his name was Poncho He said one string There's something you got to know When we are back on our saddles and our horses Where we go We sing this Chicken in the corn And the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow Don't need to brag No need to boast I can rock you from a pillow To post to post When the music's nice We play them twice While the girls are screaming out like mice My name is Brushy I'm the king of swing To rap your music And to let you sing It doesn't really matter what the people wanna say I rap my music night and day Rock them night and day My mama hear me sing! Chicken in the corn And the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow Chicken in the corn And the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow Don't need to brag No need to boast I can rock you from a pillow To post to post When the music's nice We play them twice While the girls are screaming out like mice My name is Brushy I'm the king of swing To rap your music And to let you sing It doesn't really matter what the people wanna say I rap my music night and day Rock them night and day. And Luci hear me say! Chicken in the corn And the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the... When chicken in the... Corn can't grow When chicken in the...