Streetlight Sermon 4

Verse

Corner store fluorescent flickering out at noon

Pigeon feathers floating where the speakers used to be

Bassline still in my chest but the block is quiet now

Same four blocks I ran as a kid and watched it get turned down

Empty lot where the DJ crate got left behind

Now it's just rusted wire and memories of time

I'm talking to a ghost every time I stand here

Talking to who we used to be before the fear

Chorus

Streetlight sermon, preach it to the empty chairs

Every corner's got a different kind of silence there

We don't need the stage when the city still holds our names

Streetlight sermon, calling back the same

Verse 2

Empty chair left folded on the curb where we used to sit and talk about the world

Now it's just the hum from a passing engine and the cold

I'm lighting my own match just to see how far it goes

Same flame that lit a thousand block parties, same glow that nobody knows

They tore down the shelter but they left the sound behind

Every crack in this concrete still got a frequency line

I hear it every time the sirens drop out for an hour

The whole block breathes like one long pause we can't turn back into power

Chorus

Streetlight sermon, preach it to the empty chairs

Every corner's got a different kind of silence there

We don't need the stage when the city still holds our names

Streetlight sermon, calling back the same

Outro

Corner store sign flickers back to life for one more round

Same four blocks, different sermon, still standing on ground