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Corner Store Confessions by Slow Burn Society

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Corner Store Confessions

[Intro]
Yeah… (uh)
Midnight on the avenue, talk low, heart loud (shh)
Neon hums secrets to the broken ground

[Verse 1]
Flicker of the sign like it know my sins,
Cracked concrete hummin’ where the hustle begins.
Coffee burnt, lotto dreams in a cup,
Mama said “keep your head down,” I kept my chin up.
Cash drawer coughs when the clerk counts change,
Every dollar got a story, every story got pain.
Sirens paint murals on the foggy glass,
I see my past in the glare when the squad roll past.
Cold night breath, got truth on my tongue,
Learned to talk to the moon when the day show none.
I confide in the corner, it remember my face,
All the prayers I whispered, all the sins I erased.

[Chorus]
Corner store confessions, neon tellin’ lies,
Late-night truths in the glow of tired eyes.
Cracked pavement listen when I speak my mind,
I spill my soul where the nickels and the dimes align. (yeah)
Corner store confessions, heart beat loud,
If the walls could talk, they’d say I made it out. (uh)

[Verse 2]
Loose change clinks like a choir of doubt,
Every choice I made tryna find a way out.
Ice in the freezer, fire in my chest,
Trust came brittle, I learned who’s blessed.
Homies turned shadows when the pressure grew,
I kept receipts of loyalty, who stayed true.
From the payphone echoes to the barcode beep,
I paid my dues in sleep I didn’t get to keep.
Neon buzz preachin’ sermons to the lost,
Dreams on sale but they come with a cost.
I ain’t proud of the scars, but they taught me the math,
Subtract the fake smiles, multiply the path.

[Chorus]
Corner store confessions, neon tellin’ lies,
Late-night truths in the glow of tired eyes.
Cracked pavement listen when I speak my mind,
I spill my soul where the nickels and the dimes align. (align)
Corner store confessions, heart beat loud,
If the walls could talk, they’d say I made it out. (made it out)

[Bridge]
(Whispered truths, whispered truths)
Under buzzing lights I confess the youth.
(Every step, every bruise)
Turned hunger into wisdom, fear into moves.
(Pray low, aim high)
If tomorrow come knockin’, I’m ready to rise.

[Verse 3]
Midnight clerk nods like he know the code,
Survive long enough and the block’ll show roads.
I learned patience from lines that never end,
Learned strength from loss I could never amend.
Paper bag dinner, hope folded tight,
Every setback sharpened my vision at night.
I don’t glamorize the grind, just tell it straight,
Confessions ain’t excuses, they receipts of fate.
If success come callin’, I won’t forget the sound,
Of a neon sign buzzin’ truth into the ground.

[Outro]
Neon fades, but the lessons stay,
I leave my truth on the curb, let the dawn find a way.
(Confess it… confess it…)
Corner store remembers—yeah, it always does.