On My Way Lyrics - Dylan St. John

Around my way 

Around my way 

All the corners filled with sorrow 

All the streets are filled with pain 

Around my way 

Around my way 

Around my way 

All the corners filled with sorrow 

All the streets are filled with pain 

Around my way 

People let me paint a picture 

You know I ain't a Christian 

I ain't a Muslim, ain't a Jew 

I'm losing my religion 

I speak to god directly 

I know my god respect me 

Cause he let me breathe his air and he really blessed me 

I ain't knocking you, but I don't fuck with hospitals 

Spit the gospel, truly knowing jesus like apostles do 

Return like the prodigal son to honor Mohammed too 

Stay away from ham like Abraham, Lord I follow you 

Even when you took my man Chaka God and what I'm a do 

You gave the hood a modern day martyr in Brother Amadou 

I'm on the block, I'm tracing your footsteps, I keep the faith in you 

Your love, plus hard work and ambition 

We gonna make it through, my songs is psalms I'm spiritual when I'm lyrical 

This is for my soldier niggas looking in the mirror who 

Sitting home scratching off serials eating cereal 

The way we find a way to survive, shit is a miracle 

We got mice in the crib and roaches in the toasters, rice in the fridge 

Bread in the oven by the roaster 

We be takin' gypsy cabs and chasin' 50 bags 

They be laced with shitty swag and it really get me mad 

The way we saluting flags, wrapping them around our heads 

When niggas ain't become American till 9/11 

Feeling like you gotta sneak into heaven 

When the reverend looking like a pimp and the pimp look like the reverend 

Around my way 

Around my way 

All the corners filled with sorrow 

All the streets are filled with pain 

Around my way 

These conditions make us strong 

And we create our own businesses so later on 

Our children have things in their name that they can say they own 

A mix tape freestyle become your favorite song 

No place like home when the cops ask you about your neighbors 

Beat on you, threaten to incarcerate you 

Till you spill your guts like you a Garcia Vega 

We roll blunts not the papers 

Cop the greatest take it coast to coast 

L.A. to Chicago like Smooth Operators 

Cop the Dro and cop the blacks 

Cop the four, cock it back 

Drop the flow, rock a hat on top a stocking cap 

Be a doctor or a lawyer or make your momma a promise that 

You'll finish school, but when you got a dream you gotta follow that 

And make sure when you make it out the hood, you always holler back 

Think about what you got from that 

And always put your dollars back 

On top of that, this is a legacy and we a part of that 

The hood is where my heart is at 

Catch me around my way