Midnight on the Front Step

Two-step

Front step

Sweat drip

Sunset

Got my old shoes talking on the cracked-up stone

Neighbors on the curb with their face in their phone

I’m hollering “hey!” just to wake up the block

Got groove in my walk, got time on my watch (uh)

Bills in a stack, but the rhythm still paid

Turn my stress into sauce, let it simmer all day

You can see it in the lean, in the lazy sway

Every problem that I got got to move out the way (move)

Midnight on the front step

We don’t run, we two-step

Turn the trouble to a trumpet

Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow (hey!)

Got the whole hood humming

From the quiet to the ruckus

If the world start bugging

We just funk, we just rap, we just go

Little kid on the stoop with a spiral pad

Writing big dreams he ain’t never quite had

I say, “Spit that line, let it hit that air”

He said, “Every time I rhyme, man, I vanish from here”

So we tag that fear with a playful grin

Beatbox on a bucket, let the daylight spin

By the time that the porch light flicker and buzz

He like, “Dang, I ain’t crazy, I’m exactly what I was” (yeah)

Midnight on the front step

We don’t run, we two-step

Turn the trouble to a trumpet

Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow (oh!)

Got the whole hood humming

From the quiet to the ruckus

If the world start bugging

We just funk, we just rap, we just go

Hands up

Palms high

One laugh

One cry

Same block

New day

Same groove

New way (uh)

Midnight on the front step

We don’t run, we two-step

Turn the trouble to a trumpet

Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow (hey!)

Got the whole hood humming

From the quiet to the ruckus

If the world start bugging

We just funk, we just rap, we just go (go)

We just funk, we just rap, we just go