[Verse 1] Same old corner Fresh white paint on a busted curb Kids play tag round a boarded door Sirens in the background Just part of the words Old man selling mango from a busted crate Laugh lines deep as the cracks in the lane He said "You can leave But your feet remember Every shortcut soaked in rain" [Chorus] These streets They got my name in the concrete Every step is a heartbeat I keep coming I keep coming back These streets Know my secrets under my feet Every loss Every small win I keep running I keep running these streets [Verse 2] Bus stop stories on a bent steel bench She scrolls past dreams on a shattered lens Late shift badge on a wrinkled shirt Clock-out eyes Pocket full of dirt Graffiti prayers on a factory wall "Make it out" written big Underlined in chalk I trace the letters with my thumb Then laugh Still here Still talking tough talk [Chorus]
