corner smoke (newports in the bronx)

*(Verse 1)* Yeah, I’m posted up on the corner, Newports in my hand, Concrete jungle, man, the heart of this land, Bronx nights colder than a hustler’s glance, With a flick of the lighter, I’m entranced in a trance. Smokin’ clouds drift, paint the air like Picasso, Ash hit the ground, yeah, life moves like a shadow, From the bodegas to them stairwell spots, Where the old heads reminisce, young bloods plot. I remember my mama sayin’ quit that smoke, But these streets be heavy, man, it ain’t no joke, Every drag takes me back to the place I’m from, Bronx grit in my blood, can’t run where I’m from. *(Chorus)* It’s a Newport night on the city’s edge, Breathin’ in deep, keepin’ thoughts on the ledge, In the Bronx where the sirens and silence meet, Just a king with a crown on a cracked concrete. *(Verse 2)* They say smoke’s for the stress, but it’s life that burns, Lost too many soldiers on these cold returns, Under streetlights flickerin’, dreams look dim, Out here tryna win in a world built slim. Got my hoodie on, puffin’ through the pain, Ev'ry breath I take feels like soul, feels like chain, And the faces I see, they all mirror my past, In these alleyways, bro, legends don’t last. Cigarette smoke mix with subway steam, Graffiti on the walls, tellin' lost kid dreams, I’m just a poet on the corner with a Newport flame, Spittin' verses to the stars, yeah, remember my name. *(Chorus)* It’s a Newport night on the city’s edge, Breathin’ in deep, keepin’ thoughts on the ledge, In the Bronx where the sirens and silence meet, Just a king with a crown on a cracked concrete. *(Bridge)* They try to break you, shake you, strip you down, In this jungle of bricks, yeah, we wear the crown, Newport in my hand, it’s a shield, it’s a sword, And these scars on my soul, they speak without a word. *(Verse 3)* See, this city don’t sleep, but it dreams through the night, On the smoke of a Newport, I’m catchin’ flight, From the projects to the rooftops, standin’ tall, Where the fire escapes echo the rise and the fall. So here’s one last puff for the Bronx in me, For the stories untold and the history, I’m a kid on the corner, but a king in my mind, Leavin' footprints in ashes and verses behind. *(Outro)* Yeah, just a Newport burnin’ in a New York breeze, With the weight of the world, but I’m feelin’ at ease, In the heart of the Bronx where the street lights gleam, I’m a poet, I’m a prophet, I’m the Bronx’s dream. *(Chorus)* It’s a Newport night on the city’s edge, Breathin’ in deep, keepin’ thoughts on the ledge, In the Bronx where the sirens and silence meet, Just a king with a crown on a cracked concrete.