THE ORANGE STORE.📙🧡

the smell of menthol may fly past your nose

Bobby Womack playing slightly on the radio

a man with two nickels knows he has 10 cents

But outside the orange store is where true hustlers co-exist

Can swindle you out of loose change

a couple dollars with a smile

have your nose wide open with rizz and style

like hey how you, “Can I hold some?”

I think I might have it today

so much love in one place

it’s more than just the ghetto

its where your peers watch you grow

it’s where stones are thrown

it’s where love is earned

and care is shown

It was never to each is own

Our feet is apart of the streets

cemented in the city of dreams

the culture we bleed is so diverse

you wouldn’t have to write it over my hurst

I grew up near the orange store

where if you stole

you couldn’t come back anymore

the owner will meet you at the door

I grew up near the orange store

where soda pops were 50 cent

and the community was so tight

sometimes you didn’t have to pay for it.

I grew up near the orange store

better than the creme bowl.

I’m so southern and sweet

JJ’s bakery ain’t got nothing on me

if you know what I mean

no longer in survival mode

We’ve learned a different code of ethics

you ever seen a crackhead walking in Giuseppe’s??

we don’t glorify the struggle

that’s the least to assume

I’ve just seen it all at the orange store.

R.Troup -|THE ORANGE STORE|🧡