Backpage Bounce

Backpage fold in my back pocket, raw ink

Train pass bent, but I never let the thought sink

Boots on the curb, I’m a real one from the first look

Hands full of grit, still I write like a church book

You can hear the floor creak when I step in the room

I came with the smoke of the bus stop gloom

Old jean jacket, stain on the cuff

But the mouth got gold when the day got rough

I don’t chase shine, I make mine

Tape deck spun, now the whole block paid mine

Sharp with the line, I’m a cut in the wool

Stay calm, stay hungry, stay hard to pull

Lean in close

Hear that snap

One more bar

Then it all comes back

Backpage bounce, backpage bounce

Say it loud, let it roll around

Backpage bounce, backpage bounce

Old-school swing with a new-day sound

Backpage bounce, backpage bounce

Hold that pulse, don’t let it go down

Backpage bounce, backpage bounce

We come up when the drums come round

Corner store receipt stuffed under the pad

Three o’clock rain on a half-read ad

Mama told me, “Boy, keep your head on straight”

So I learned how to build with a bent-up plate

No fancy talk, I got brick in the rhyme

Little cuts, little truth, big bite every time

Met a fake smile, I let it pass by

I can smell the lie in the back of the eye

My crew move quiet but the room know the name

One look, one nod, then the whole thing changed

We don’t beg for space, we take that lane

Leave a hot mark where the cold used to hang

Lean in close

Hear that snap

One more bar

Then it all comes back

Backpage bounce, backpage bounce

Say it loud, let it roll around

Backpage bounce, backpage bounce

Old-school swing with a new-day sound

Backpage bounce, backpage bounce

Hold that pulse, don’t let it go down

Backpage bounce, backpage bounce

We come up when the drums come round

From the cheap seats to the front row wave

From the hard days to the loans we saved

Still that same hand, still that same grit

Still that same fire in the way we spit

Backpage bounce, backpage bounce

Say it loud, let it roll around

Backpage bounce, backpage bounce

Old-school swing with a new-day sound

Backpage bounce, backpage bounce

Hold that pulse, don’t let it go down

Backpage bounce, backpage bounce

We come up when the drums come round