Springtime on St. Marks - Judeo
Rain drop puddles splash the curb
Hustle on my block it's the only verb
Hundred on the desk can't feel my nerves
Clouds thick sky got secrets to preserve
Velvet seats whip smelling like Dior
Pocket heavy but the soul feel poor
Street lights hum shadows dance on the door
Spring on St. Marks got the world on tour
Springtime on St. Marks
With a cold heart start
Drip so loud
You can hear it in the drought
Roses bloom in the cracks of the floor
Springtime on St. Marks just me and my flaws
Corner store prophet preaching for a dollar
Said the money don't save it just makes you holler
City slick gold fools pay for the collar
Gotta hustle gotta hustle just to be taller
Wrist icy but my mind in the flame
Chasing all these dreams but they don't know my name
Cigarette haze I'm just lost in the game
Spring on St. Marks where the seasons don't change
Windows down
Bass shaking the trees
808 heartbeat carrying my plea
So trapped between the honey and the bees
Spring on St. Marks bring me to my knees
