Verse 1
At the intersection of drudgery and crushing peace/Martin is starting his day, but doesn’t feel up to speed/He’s in a rush to leave, he hasn’t had much to eat/But up he leaves, reluctantly moving sullen feet/See, he wants a corner office, so you might find Martin on the corners often/But he’s not pushing weight like the boys who scoff him/He’s waiting on the bus so he can pour some coffee/Selling coffee he can’t pronounce in amounts he can’t afford/By days end, he’s seen thousands pour through the door/For sure he wants more, there’s other things he’d like to explore/But right now, Martin sure to endure/But making macchiatos can break a man’s bravado/But for right now he’s taking solace saving for tomorrow/So when you see Martin on the scene grinding on the scene/Martin is grinding on the beans, because Martin has a dream
Verse 2 (James Gardin)
At the intersection of the New York Times and a law firm/Scott’s transferring funds that are hard earned/You see this jacket, it’s Tom Ford, something can’t afford/And this kid’s making my coffee, but he’s caught in a daydream/I need more espresso that cup is looking like straight seed/Don’t fill it so I don’t spill, you know I gotta stay clean/Or like these streets, I see a thug out there getting his stocks up/Those are the type of defendants that I just lock up/He’s looking like a price tag, or a pair of shoes that I might grab/You know what, let me get a Danish/Go ahead, just throw that in my bag/And no tip, you know I’m a cheapskate/10,000 sitting in my briefcase
Hook
From the coffeeshop to corner, whatever the day brings/When it’s all said and done, they want the same thing/They want the same thing, they want the same thing, they want the same thing/From the corner to the coffeeshop, whatever the day brings/They want the same thing, they want the same thing/They want the same thing, when it’s all said and done, they want the same thing
Verse 3 (Chill Moody)
On the corner of right and wrong, that’s where I’ll start this poem/Sean trying to get some green up in his palm/Growing up with dreams to be Lebron/Now he only dreams of being on/Yeah, Sean’s trying to be the don/But Sean is a follower, even though he won’t acknowledge it/That’s how he lost his scholarship/Momma pissed, bills piling in, don’t want him to be the man of the house/Naw she just wants him out of it/Now home is what he calls the block/On a strip that’s often hot/Can’t even get the law to stop/He wanna serve ‘em as they pull up to the parking spot/At the intersection down by the coffeeshop/Cats he grew up with, either buried ‘cause they grew up quick/Or serving time ‘cause they grew up Mitch/Paid dues to be paid in full/Now his mom waits by the tube till the day Sean makes the news
Verse 4 (Scenario)
Minimum wage, white slinging the haze/He on the corner with his steel tucked, fitted, and braids/A steady job, working brother can’t get ‘im a raise/ Dope boy get it for days/Looking at the dollar he praise/The first man standing still slaving by the coffee pot/Feeling like it’s all drugs, thinking about what coffee got/The other man on the block ducking all the cops/Slinging out the young jock’s spot, call it the coffee shop/Some days he even think about getting it/Frank Lucas blue bags, Bump J clipping it/Noreaga cocaine, Rick Ross whipping/Jim Jones coke cash, y’all not getting it/It’s all funny the same corner, the same time/The same morning just trying to get past the gang signs/He had a thought in his head if he should he change grinds/Cause crack got his boy a car that look like James Bond’s/9-5, got off around 5:30/Came back to the corner, ready to get down and dirty/Right there he usually see his man doped up/But heard he got poked up/Rolled up in his coffin with his throat cut/Yeah, right there he made his choice/He’d rather do it God’s way, listen for the voice/Yeah because he’d rather not die/On the corner slinging Chris Rock for a Top Five
Hook
From the coffeeshop to corner, whatever the day brings/When it’s all said and done, they want the same thing/They want the same thing, they want the same thing, they want the same thing/From the corner to the coffeeshop, whatever the day brings/They want the same thing, they want the same thing/They want the same thing, when it’s all said and done, they want the same thing
