I recall those sunny days
When we thought the pavement
Would cave.
Blaring music, while riding the sound waves
Old school,
But feeling like a pair of brand new shoes
Converse baby-
Everyone on the block knew it too.
Our backward caps falling to the ground
When the windmill hit motion
Pop & Lock so clean
You'd think we were floatin'
Sidewalk Dreams:
Young guns
Living life free
Using Hip Hop
As a legitimate means
Telling our story
By creating a beat
Spitting rhymes to pass time
Spoken word, even better
Using art as hope
A conquest built from
Bottles of paint
Microphone check 1-2-3
Dr. Dre & Jam Master J
Poetry in motion
That our bodies create
Back Slides, King Tuts, Crazy Legs
The neighborhood DJ
Playing all the hits
Of that underground s***
Spitting inspirational
Street youth, sensational.
Sidewalk dreams
With a cardboard stage
Splashin' the city with the colors
We made.
Unsure of everything except one thing
Living out each day
With sidewalk dreams.
Written By: Desir'ee Chavez