[Verse 1] When I was a little kid on Juniper Lane I knew every crack in the sidewalk, every dent in the drain Mrs. Vega on the stoop with a blue plastic chair Barking at the pigeons like they owed her money there We’d drag a busted speaker up to the corner store Tape hiss in the wind and the bass rattled the door The boys on the bikes, we were acting so bold Like the whole block was ours and the sky was gold [Chorus] My neighborhood, it knows my face Every chipped front step, every late bus race My neighborhood, it talks back loud From the corner shop to the parking-lot crowd We were built on noise, cheap thrills, and glue My neighborhood, I still run through you [Verse 2] Sunday morning smell of toast and motor oil Dad under the hood, hands deep in the soil of the cracked front yard where the weeds took root He said, “Keep your head up, kid, and lace your boots” I heard champions on the radio, clear as a bell Singing from a box that had seen better days itself I’d chase that signal like a runaway train Trying to make something bigger out of my name [Chorus] My neighborhood, it knows my face Every chipped front step, every late bus race My neighborhood, it talks back loud From the corner shop to the parking-lot crowd We were built on noise, cheap thrills, and glue My neighborhood, I still run through you [Bridge] Now the whole world tries to sell me a map But I still hear a screen door crack I still see the kids on the curb with a grin Like, “Yo, you made it? Come on, let us in” So crank that beat from the old tin radio Let the whole block shake, let the back porch glow I’m not above where I came from, no I’m just the same kid with a louder show [Final Chorus] My neighborhood, you made my pace All that back-porch swagger, all that face-to-face My neighborhood, you kept it true When the lights got big, I came back to you We were built on noise, cheap thrills, and glue My neighborhood, I still run through you [Outro] Juniper Lane, I’m still your son With a busted speaker and a whole lot of fun
