BRONX MADE

These be my stomping grounds Raised a poor child From a pawn to a king Where I laid my tracks down Boogie down This is where my gold heart sings These be my stomping grounds Raised a poor child From a pawn to a king Where I laid my tracks down Boogie Down This is where my gold heart sings I am the B X I am truly a Bronx tale Don't get my nomadic trail Laying my head across five boroughs Confused with this Boogie down is where I hang my heart From the brick face walls of Morris Projects To Crotona Park It's not perfect because it's not God But God knows This is where she places hope to be born Struggle balanced by big dreams Even the minds of psychedelic hustlers Explode with grand schemes My homey Illion says On the top of some buildings You can find five O chilling Ready to get you popped True, but it's also the birthplace of hip hop The original school of hard knocks Where Kool Herc, BDP And soul sonic Planet Rocked This is where T La Rock shouted It's yours Where the Banana Kelly district Birthed Richie Perez Tireless champion for the people and cause This is where you copped your copy of Palante The newspaper of the Young Lords This is where the feet of the Siwanoy stood strong And in the earth and waters of Pelham Bay Their spirits live on Listen closely Your heart might feel the beat In thumps of their drum songs However, this is my song Claremont, third Avenue One seven O Home of the Black Spades and Savage Skulls Where Spaulding balls Slapped walls in hand ball courts Bottle caps filled with melted wax Slid in Skelsie marked floors Long gone But I was named after the third avenue El Rolling thunder These iron beasts constantly yelled From one forty nine to Gun Hill Road Catching sales in Bathgate Run catch and kiss in University Ringolario one two three A stewing sancocho You can taste the diversity I am Bronx Hip Hop made I am the eclectic colored walls that Crash and Tats Cru sprayed I was built up like the B X Risen from ashes Still rising and reaching for the sun We stand here now As the nexus of culture True melting pot, building bridges Mexican mother mixing horchata On Arthur Avenue Dominican excellence Causing mouths to water At Brisas del Caribe Sofrito ghosts entice the senses At Isla Verde While real Jamaican patties lace Boston Road The Bronx was burning But fire cannot destroy gold It just purifies it Makes it stronger, polished to shine Like Phoenix fables The Bronx is again on fire On fire with passion Culture, diversity and art Remove the movie madness from your eyes Take the high bridge and see the true flame The true life and soul of my first home The only borough With a definite article before its name Welcome to the B X Welcome to the Bronx These be my stomping grounds Raised a poor child From a pawn to a king Where I laid my tracks down Boogie down This is where my gold heart sings These be my stomping grounds Raised a poor child From a pawn to a king Where I laid my tracks down Boogie Down This is where my gold heart sings