The Corner Saigon

[Intro: Saigon]
Mark Ron. Saigon. Paint the windows black. It’s over now

[Verse 1: Saigon]
Finally home from up
North, shit. Already, talk leaking through the faucet
‘Cause I ain’t slinging horse shit, they think that I’m on some soft shit
Whatever, God. I’ma work hard to find me a job
If that don’t work, let them be the first jerks that I rob
But no, I’m trying change it around. Tired of being
Chained to the ground. From Africa, we came with a crown
When you’re locked down, your mind frame remaining in town
You hardly ever had nightmares of getting slain on the Nile
Fast as they released me, I done turned out my man who want
To piece me with a key, see, to flip it whenev’ it easy
But now I’m job hunting, feeling the more aggravation
Knowing when they seen “Convicted,” they tore the application
They probably placed it in the wastebin while I’m at the crib
Pacing, waiting impatient for a call they ain’t making
And if I baked a cake, then my momma be stressing honesty
Here and now like, “Honey, what happens ain’t what you promised me”
“Mommy, honestly, look: I got strikes first. With a nigga, second
They think I was living hectic ‘cause I got a prison record
You think they believe I did dirt but was disinfected?
No, they just neglect to tell me if I come in there, I was misdirected”