Corner store prophet with a paper cup
Telling me the city never wakes you up
Said the block's a classroom, the lesson is free
Everybody teaching what they wish they could be
Corner store prophet, speak on it
Every word a brick and I built on it
Ain't no pulpit, ain't no throne
Just the truth and a payphone tone
Grandma's kitchen, radiator hum
Counting up the quarters for the man I'd become
Notebook heavy, the ink never dried
Wrote my way out with the door open wide
Corner store prophet, speak on it
Every word a brick and I built on it
Ain't no pulpit, ain't no throne
Just the truth and a payphone tone
Piano loop, let the vinyl breathe
Some wisdom is a place you leave
