The Honorable Hakim Dough - Sidewalks

If sidewalks could talk this is what they'd say...

Don't I keep you on your toes
So you can stand with the prose
I support your pose
Stay on your square
Like portrait mode
The streets is dangerous
But I can't act like I aint got flaws
Hustlers came to me with crack
And I supported they cause
I hope to write my wrongs
Providing you a platform for your songs
I let em have their run
But people walking over me is done
Watching everybody eat
I was left to catch the crumbs
When I needed people most
They skated on me
Having fun
I can tell you different
That's why I do my best to keep you lifted
You are light, in the truest sense of it

Follow me, walk this way
If sidewalks could talk this what they'd say
You ain't hard as me
And You ain't gotta be
All the things I see I wish I didn't
But it's part of me
And I can't act like people stepping on me doesn't bother me
Taking me for granted, to get where they wanna be

Thank you for helping me get where I'm going
I walked in your footsteps when it was snowing
I aint tripping off your past
The past is meant to pave the way for something greater
When being soft could get you shaped up you had to be hard
Plus the grass is always greener in the yard
And double dutch is funner in the summer (extended depth)
So be cool and play your part
It's up to you to keep the children out the streets
And in the parks
What a beautiful canvas for the youth to make art
Much less artistic when forensics drawing on you in chalk
You ain't a fault
The summers hot, the streets are asphalt
Police sitting niggas on the curb
When that ass caught
Teddy bears, balloons and liquor bottles as a backdrop
My first step off the bus was his last stop
Walking out the falcon with a soda
When he got popped

Follow me, walk this way
If sidewalks could talk this what they'd say
You ain't hard as me
And You ain't gotta be
All the things I see I wish I didn't
But it's part of me
Can't act like people stepping over me doesn't bother me
Taking me for granted (to get where they wanna be)

I ain't a street nigga
Ima street performer
And Life aint been a beach
It's been a busy corner
Drop a dollar
Someone's sure to pick it up for ya

Drop a dollar
Drop a dollar
Drop a dollar
Drop a dollar

I ain't a street nigga
Ima street performer
And when Life aint been a beach
It's been a busy corner
Drop a dollar
Someone's sure to pick it up for ya

Drop a dollar
Drop a dollar
Drop a dollar
Drop a dollar
Drop a dollar

Whaaaaaaat

Follow me, walk this way
If sidewalks could talk this what they'd say
You ain't hard as me
And You ain't gotta be
All the things I see I wish I didn't
But it's part of me
And I can't act like people stepping on me doesn't bother me
Taking me for granted, to get where they wanna be

Written by:
ALEX BURKE, BRITTANYE LINTON, CHARLESTON PARHAM, EWA JAMES EWA, RASHAD HUSSEIN

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