[INTRO] [Vocal Ad-lib, deep]: "From the stoop... to the block... you already know." [VERSE 1] Raised where the hallway echo Mama in the church clothes Stress though Dice on the milk crate Chain on the fence Promise in my chest Rust under my vents Staple on the lamppost Face of a friend Lost to the block Chalk at the bend Two coasts Same code Same chipped stoop Same loud siren Same tight crew (yeah) [CHORUS] From Brooklyn to Compton Block to block Same cracked concrete Same ticking clock We pray we see morning We play like we won't Different street signs But the pain feel close From Brooklyn to Compton Block to block (block to block) Dreams in the sky Feet in the rock If you know that hunger You already know Different zip codes But the heart same soul (uh) [VERSE 2] Corner store cat with the quarter water stains Homie in the swap meet Counting loose change Project hallway Tag on the paint Westside backyard Grill on the crates Uncle with a story that he half forgot Shorty with a story that the world did not Bus ride Train ride Head on glass Both sides praying they outlast (yeah, yeah) [BRIDGE] Same soul... Same soul... Both sides praying... [FINAL CHORUS] From Brooklyn to Compton Block to block Same cracked concrete Same ticking clock We pray we see morning We play like we won't Different street signs But the pain feel close From Brooklyn to Compton Block to block (say it) Dreams in the sky Feet in the rock If you know that hunger You already know Different zip codes But the heart same soul (same soul) [OUTRO] Different zip codes... But the heart... Same soul. [END]
