Sidewalk Chalk - Corner [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Marga Marion]
Put me in the coffee shop on the corner where the open mic is on fire
Keeps my tea steaming (King Crimson the kind you like)
And my pen writing listening to lips
Speaking singing preaching hip hopping words
Words yeah
Put me in that gallery on the corner where artists hands create images
Lead to visions move our bodies different places
Room for space to formulate conversations
And discussions bringing words to mouths
Word- word
I'm in that crowd outside just around the corner where fists are fuming with consciousness
Signs are painted with words, images, bodies moving for justice
Mad mother fuckers with reason come together with movement, speaking out
Can you hear their words? WORD

[Chorus: Rico Sisney]
Yup I swear I won’t do that again
I can feel them consequences coming back again
Find my way through the wall instead of bashing head
Might reside in this place but not living here

[Verse 2: Rico Sisney]
So put me in a place where ain’t nobody trying to put me in my place
I’m tired of people looking at me strange
If I walk through the hundreds with a smile on
Or walk slowly through the train turnstile when the lines long
Am I wrong? Well, even if I am
I’m not interested in fixin up the jam
Cuz we still becoming cramped
We widdled down to fit in with their plans
Fear the trickle of the sand
Hear the big and little hand playing
I took a damn stance –
Wishin I could get you off my back
Like a middle-aged woman with a tramp stamp
But I can’t and I stand in a quick sand box
Land locked – I understand I’m a swimmer
I catch a glimpse of the C-orner
Point when my spirit really needs water
Thirst gets quenched in both words since
Which helps me realize that we gonna
Rise again I see the fire in
The eyes of them that sidelined Poseidon
By writing and reciting picket lines and plenty of handwritten signs
Shadows, space and lines have a sand’s grip of time
While sequestered with canvas, pamphlets, answers and sips
A man can forget the pain but it’s hard when you’re weighted by
The stress and cognitive dissonance of your daily lives
Have your cake and eat it under sun and shaded sky
With moon and stars waiting by
It’s okay to try
We are visitors here
I try to remember with vision that’s clear
I’m not a prisoner here

[Chorus]

[Chant: Rico Sisney and Marga Marion]
So get me out of this place I’m not living here
Get me out of this place