[male vocals] Yeah,
check
the
rhythm
Sunlight
hitting
the
pavement,
Saturday
morning
breeze
You
know
the
vibes,
it’
s
the
sanctuary
Where
the
stories
flow
and
the
blades
get
sharp
Listen
close
now
Step
through
the
door,
the
smell
of
talcum
in
the
air
Old
school
mirror
reflecting,
everyone
sitting
there
The
barber
got
the
shears
dancing,
rhythm
in
his
hands
While
we
talk
about
the
hustle,
the
struggles,
and
the
plans
From
the
politics
downtown
to
the
local
street
life
news
Everything
is
honest,
you
got
nothing
left
to
lose
See,
the
chair
is
a
podium,
the
shop
is
a
stage
We
writing
our
own
history,
turning
every
single
page
The
keyboard
chords
playing
soft
like
a
jazz
lounge
tune
While
the
violin
cries,
chasing
away
the
afternoon
We
ain't
rushing
nothing,
we
just
taking
it
slow
It’
s
the
rhythm
of
the
city,
everywhere
that
we
go
In
the
corner
chair,
where
the
truth
gets
told
Stories
of
the
young,
lessons
of
the
old
In
the
corner
chair,
where
the
blades
cut
clean
Living
out
the
life
of
a
midnight
dream
Yeah,
it's
the
barbershop
flow,
keep
it
steady
and
real
Everything
we
touch,
everything
we
feel
Big
man
in
the
corner
talking ‘
bout
his
glory
days
While
the
young
bloods
listening,
caught
up
in
the
maze
The
clippers
buzzing
steady,
that's
the
beat
of
the
street
Connecting
all
the
hearts,
making
every
story
complete
Violin
strings
pulling
on
the
soul
like
a
tether
Through
the
dusty
Harmattan
or
the
rainy
weather
We
sharpen
up
the
look
but
we
sharpening
the
mind
Leave
all
the
bitterness
and
sorrow
far
behind
It’
s
a
brotherhood
circle,
a
gathering
of
kin
Where
the
surface
fades
away
and
the
deeper
truths
begin
Listen
to
the
keyboard,
it's
drifting
like
the
smoke
From
the
incense
burning
while
we
share
a
laugh
and
joke
In
the
corner
chair,
where
the
truth
gets
told
Stories
of
the
young,
lessons
of
the
old
In
the
corner
chair,
where
the
blades
cut
clean
Living
out
the
life
of
a
midnight
dream
Yeah,
it's
the
barbershop
flow,
keep
it
steady
and
real
Everything
we
touch,
everything
we
feel
It
ain’
t
just
about
the
fade,
it
ain’
t
just
about
the
line
It’
s
about
the
brotherhood,
standing
tall
through
the
time
Violin
soaring
high,
reaching
out
for
the
sky
As
the
world
keeps
spinning
and
the
days
pass
by
Stay
focused,
stay
smooth,
keep
your
head
held
high
In
the
heart
of
the
shop
where
the
spirits
fly
So
when
you
leave
the
chair
and
you
step
out
in
the
sun
Refreshed
and
renewed,
yeah
the
work
is
all
done
You
carry
that
peace
with
you,
everywhere
you
might
roam
Because
the
barbershop
is
more
than
just
a
home
It’
s
the
anchor
of
the
neighborhood,
the
pulse
of
the
lane
Healing
all
the
worry,
washing
out
all
the
pain
Classic
vibes,
steady
hands,
and
a
mind
that
is
clear
Everything
you
need
is
waiting
for
you
right
here
In
the
corner
chair,
where
the
truth
gets
told
Stories
of
the
young,
lessons
of
the
old
In
the
corner
chair,
where
the
blades
cut
clean
Living
out
the
life
of
a
midnight
dream
Yeah,
it's
the
barbershop
flow,
keep
it
steady
and
real
Everything
we
touch,
everything
we
feel
Yeah,
keep
it
moving
Classic
style,
you
know
how
we
do
Just
the
barber
and
the
beat
Violin
fading
out
Smooth
finish
We
out.