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[Intro] A folded map in the glovebox, coffee going cold Old block names in my notebook, stories left untold [Verse 1] Mama kept the rent receipt tucked inside a jar I learned the weight of every promise by the corner store Mr. Lewis fixed watches underneath the laundromat Said, “Time won’t wait for you,” then smiled and handed back I had a secondhand jacket and a bus pass bent Two dollars in my pocket, every nickel spent But the crew on the front steps made a kingdom out of less Turned a cracked-up court into a place to catch our breath [Pre-Chorus] We carried small dreams in oversized coats Made a little room wherever hope showed [Chorus] Same old block, new day, we keep moving on Hands up high when the first light comes From the basement stairs to the avenue Every story in this town leads back to you Same old block, new day, let the whole thing roll Warm sax in the air and a pocket full of soul If you know that road, then you know that truth We were young, we were loud, we were breaking through [Verse 2] I remember Miss June singing through the kitchen screen Sunday gravy on the stove, radio full of dreams My brother wrote his first rhyme on a takeout paper sack Read it to the room twice, never once looked back Some friends took the long way, some disappeared from view Some found a quiet job, some found a better route We learned to call each other when the weather turned rough A neighborhood can raise you when your family’s stretched enough [Pre-Chorus] We carried small dreams in oversized coats Made a little room wherever hope showed [Chorus] Same old block, new day, we keep moving on Hands up high when the first light comes From the basement stairs to the avenue Every story in this town leads back to you Same old block, new day, let the whole thing roll Warm sax in the air and a pocket full of soul If you know that road, then you know that truth We were young, we were loud, we were breaking through [Bridge] Now I pass that corner with a suitcase in my hand New names on the windows, still I understand The paint may change color, the pavement may crack But the voice that made me stays with me intact [Verse 3] I got bills on the table and a child learning to read A photograph of Grandpa, his sleeve rolled past the seam I tell her where I’m from, not to build a wall around it Take the lessons, leave the fear, let your future reroute it Every loss put a line in the book I’m writing now Every win is for the ones who showed me how So when the bass drops low and the old refrain returns I hear a hundred patient hearts in every page I turn [Final Chorus] Same old block, new day, we keep moving on Hands up high when the first light comes From the basement stairs to the avenue Every story in this town leads back to you Same old block, new day, let the whole thing roll Warm sax in the air and a pocket full of soul If you know that road, then you know that truth We were young, we were loud, we were breaking through [Outro] Folded map in the glovebox, coffee going cold Still carrying those voices everywhere I go
