My street (15:39)

Cracked paint Old gate that leans Mailbox rusted Still holds my dreams Kids chalk stars Across the curb Loose dog trotting Like it owns the world This my street Where I learned my name Where every front step Knows my shame This my street Crooked Kind And cheap If I ever leave It follows in my feet (my feet) Corner store bell Dings when I walk in Clerk knows my order Knows when I’m thin Same old gossip On plastic chairs Smoke in the air Hope in the stares [ This my street Where I learned my name Where every front step Knows my shame This my street Crooked Kind And cheap If I ever leave It follows in my feet (my feet)