Sunday at Seven

[Verse 1: Grizzled storyteller hip-hop male MC, storyteller barked bars, heavy boom-bap drums] Corner of Fulton and Ames, there's a phone on the brick Last one standing in the hood and the receiver is thick Every Sunday at seven for eleven straight years I'm on that corner like a statue with the cold in my ears Collect call from upstate, you know the voice that come first Recorded lady saying press one, and that part is the worst Then my little brother Marcus with his laugh coming through Fifteen minutes, man, and what's a grown man to do Tell him Mama's sugar's up and the Knicks are a mess Tell him Nia had a baby and she's wearing his vest August, I'm sweating, January, can't feel my hand Sunday at seven, man, I'm right where I stand [Hook: Grizzled storyteller hip-hop male MC, full drums, deep sub bass] Sunday at seven, I'm on the block Hand on the phone and I'm watching the clock Eleven years of fifteen minutes a week Sunday at seven, let my brother speak [Verse 2: Grizzled storyteller hip-hop male MC, harder storyteller barked bars, dark piano stabs] City sent a letter, said the phone gotta go I wrote 'em back three times and I told 'em no Wiped it down with a rag every Saturday night Put tape on the cord when the cord wasn't right Ninety days left and we were circling the date Mama bought a bed and she cleared out the space Then a Tuesday, the house phone, a man with a file Said his heart gave out in the yard for a while Said nothing they could do, said I'm sorry for your loss Mama on the kitchen floor and the dishes all tossed Sunday after we buried him, seven came around And my feet took me down to that same piece of ground [Bridge: Grizzled storyteller hip-hop male MC, seven stabs, seven hard piano stabs land one per bar and build] Then it rang, man, it rang at seven on the dot Picked it up slow on that cold old spot Little voice on the line, maybe ten, maybe less Said my daddy's upstate and I'm calling from the address That he gave me, he said somebody's always here So I told him I'm here, little man, every week of the year [Final Hook: Grizzled storyteller hip-hop male MC, full drums, deep sub bass, raw full voice] Sunday at seven, I'm on the block Hand on the phone and I'm watching the clock Eleven years of fifteen minutes a week Sunday at seven, let my brother speak [End]