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Midnight Dreams on Street Corners 2 by JOVANIE

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Midnight Dreams on Street Corners 2

Hippop,Versatile Vocals

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[Intro]
Balmy nights, but the wind still bites — corner store light flickers, busted radio hums,
Street corners hold confessions, midnight dreams humming under sodium suns.
Listen.
[Verse 1]
I learned to count blessings by the payphone, coins clinking like small prayers,
Mentor said, "Keep your head up," left those words like a map in my father's chair.
Cataclysm in the alley when the roof caved in on a promise we made cheap,
But I stitched pieces into armor, traded sleepless hours for a purpose to keep.
Defray the debts of hunger with late-shift hustle and a slow hand steady,
Elated when a dollar turned to clarity — nights gritty, city lights heady.
Giddy off small victories: a neighbor's nod, a teacher's quiet clap,
Their laughter turned to farce when they couldn't see how I plotted my map.
I won't kowtow to fear, I fold it into verses, make it pliant and thin,
Absolve the ghosts that named me losers — baptized in the glow of a thin neon sign.
Ignominy tried to brand me, left names carved in cheap plywood and glass,
I painted over shame with luxuriant visions, let luminosity outlast.
Street corners taught me tradecraft: watch the shifts, read the weight of a stare,
Midnight dreams stitched in my pockets, traded secrets for the nighttime air.
Concrete sermons from a busted radio, preacher voice in static and hiss,
I keep the lessons, keep them close — survival's rhythm is an amethyst.
[Chorus]
Midnight dreams on street corners — we rise, we survive,
Elated from the fight, no compromise. (Midnight dreams — midnight dreams)
[Verse 2]
Balmy breath on the rooftop where the city exhales slow and low,
A kid with a backpack full of maps, eyes set where the cold lights glow.
There was a mentor with cracked knuckles who taught me how to split grief and grit,
Said, "You measure courage in the mornings when the light's thin and you're still fit."
Cataclysm in the headlines don't mean the end if you reframe the score,
Defray the losses with a steady hand — ledger cleansed, I walk out the door.
Giddy at the corner where the vinyl record shop still turns luminous and loud,
Farce runs thin when truth gets louder than the taunts from the crowd.
I carry ignominy like an old coat, threadbare but learned how to mend,
Absolve the shame with late-night letters to the kids I hope to defend.
Luxuriant dreams — not indulgence, they're blueprints grown in cracked soil,
They bloom behind chain-link fences, fed by stubborn blood and toil.
Kowtow to no one asking for my surrender — pride's a modest, steady flame,
I trade petty applause for roots — silence taught me how to claim a name.
Street corners echo: broken lullabies, laughter, a thrown-away glove,
Midnight dreams are passports — stamped in grit, sealed with stories of love.
[Bridge] (faster cadence)
Hear the symphony: the clack of shoes, the hiss of brakes, the whispering steam,
A cataclysm of moments — some lost, most sewn into a seam.
Giddy, gritty, grateful — I flip each scar into a verse that redeems,
No far
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