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-->🎵 One Mic, One Leg, One City <--
--> For Sonny Forriest Jr. <--
--> aka "Wheelchair Guy" <--
> Watch Sonny's Story Here<
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzGll0rLIhs<
He don’t ask for much.
Just a sidewalk,
a socket,
and a lil’ space to sing.
Ain’t tryna prove nothin’.
Already did.
Mic in his hand,
city in his chest,
rain on his brim.
That’s Sonny.
One mic. One leg. One city.
Verse 1
Amp strapped tight
to the back of that chair
Basket in front,
red cup sittin’ there
Wheels hum slow
by the Wawa glow
And his smile hit wide
like Cheltenham snow
Camo shorts, green cap
“Vietnam Vet” bold
Speaker buzzin’ old soul
make the cold feel gold
He ain’t beggin’
he givin’
somethin’ you forgot you missed
Like singin’ outside
a corner store is still a gift
“Be true to it,” he said
“don’t be new to it”
Lil’ kids dancin’
and the aunties movin’ to it
“Rock With You” floatin’
from a cracked amp wire
And I swear that man
set the whole block on fire
Hook
He roll through the storm
with the speakers on ten
Turn a cracked old curb
to a choir again
One mic, one leg,
one city, one song
Rain fall soft
but he still roll strong
“I don’t let the rain
rain down on me”
And the corner rise up
in harmony
Verse 2
Coulda stayed
in Center City
with the tip jar shine
Outside the Gallery
chasin’ crowd and line
But he picked them corners
where the ghost signs peel
And the windows got bars
but the music heal
Wissinoming breeze
in his jacket sleeve
MJ notes
make the breeze believe
He don’t move fast
but his voice outrun pain
And every block he bless
got a cleaner name
"It is what it is,”
he told me once
in the rain
“And I’m makin’ it
to the best of my ability plain.”
Ain’t no pity in that chair
just rhythm and will
Battery never die,
and the beat don’t chill
Hook
He roll through the storm
with the speakers on ten
Turn a cracked old curb
to a choir again
One mic, one leg,
one city, one song
Rain fall soft
but he still roll strong
“I don’t let the rain
rain down on me”
And the corner rise up
in harmony
Bridge
Saw a man on the Ave
stop mid-step, just to cry.
Didn’t know why.
Just heard “Ain’t No Mountain”
echo out
under that Wawa sign.
And that was church.
Not Sunday.
Not pews.
Just pavement.
And truth.
He don’t fill silence
he sanctify it.
(One man, one chair,
one legacy)
Final Hook
He roll through the storm
with the speakers on ten
Turn a cracked old curb
to a choir again
One mic, one leg,
one city, one song
Rain fall soft
but he still roll strong
“I don’t let the rain
rain down on me”
And the corner rise up
in harmony
(One man, one chair,
one legacy)
“I don’t let the rain
rain down on me”
Outro
Battery blinkin’ red
but the voice still lit
Corner still hummin’
with the songs he spit
He don’t ask to be known
just remembered right
So this track ain’t for clout
it’s for light.
Sonny still singin’
whether you pass or stay
One mic, one leg…
…and Philly all the way.