Sun is my medicine

Verse 1) Bed-stuy raised, corner store aroma Chopped cheese nights, dollar slice diploma Subway sermons, platform philosophers Learned patience from the late train monitors Now I wake up where the grass stay wide Southern breeze with the screen door slide Crickets sing like they got a deal Sunset dripping in a golden feel Mi casa, mi casa, that’s peace to me Wherever my people and my prayers can be From brownstone steps to a wraparound porch Same soul glow, just a different torch (Pre-Chorus) I used to chase shade from the city heat Now I let the sunlight wash my feet If it’s love in the air, let it circulate Good vibes only at the front gate (Chorus) Brooklyn kid with the southern living Heart still big, but I move more driven Mi casa, mi casa, come sit and listen Play this song, you like “oh this slap,” no kidding Sun is my medicine, healing my vision Warm on my skin, that’s divine precision Windows down, let the light come in Sun is my medicine, let it begin (Verse 2) Sweet tea sweating on the patio Memories echo like a radio Mama still call just to check my tone “Baby, don’t forget where you from, that’s home.” I carry the stoop in my posture still But I trade the sirens for whippoorwill City taught me how to guard my chest South taught me how to breathe and rest Mi casa got laughter inside the walls Grill smoke rising when the evening calls Neighbors wave like they know my name Different zip but the love the same (Pre-Chorus) I don’t rush when the day move slow Let gratitude in, let comparison go Every season got something to give I just open the door and live (Chorus) Brooklyn kid with the southern living Heart still big, but I move more driven Mi casa, mi casa, come sit and listen Play this song, you like “oh this slap,” no kidding Sun is my medicine, healing my vision Warm on my skin, that’s divine precision Windows down, let the light come in Sun is my medicine, let it begin (Bridge – laid back, half spoken) Used to think peace was a place on a map Now I know it’s how you react From subway cars to dirt road stars Same kid, just healing the scars Mi casa ain’t brick or beams It’s prayer at night and big daydreams It’s Brooklyn roots in southern soil Grace in the grind, rest from the toil (Outro – smooth hook repeat) Sun is my medicine… Brooklyn kid still heaven-sent… Mi casa, mi casa… Play this back like— “yeah, this slap.”