Lyrics
Blummer - streetlight poetry
he was a poet, not more can be said
used to recite straight rhymes to break some bread
sit on the road running from 8th and Broad streets
and rap his words to the sounds of Swizz Beatz
he was often broke, spent days at a job
in a factory, trying to stand out in a mob
but instead of heading right home at nights
he'd go to his spot by those bright streetlights
kick a verse, here's the beat, oh, he's rapping now
freestyles over drum loops, that's just wow
could go ten minutes without breakin' a sweat
and no doubt he whipped all that straight from his head
he was the bomb, he'd attract a crowd
passerby from the shops heard his words real loud
came over to him, spent some time impressed
told him "the flow is bananas, most def the best"
but he was always modest, never one to brag
just picked up the coins they tossed into his bag
without sayin nothin', he was a quiet one
you could hardly believe he kicked raps for fun
but he did, and they all said he had a real gift
his daily regs told him he spat straight piff
as an entertainer, he was fine playin' his part
until he saw the girl, and she stole his heart
(chorus)
the moon shines high over starry nights
black stars shine up the sky so bright
by the boardwalk, chillin' under streetlights
poetry is what the kid's rhyming tonight
the moon shines light over cloudy nights
twinkling stars shine up the sky so bright
by the boardwalk, sittin' under streetlights
poetry is what the boy's making tonight
he did this routine for months and weeks
saw all kinds of faces, some big, some meek
little kids, their parents, a couple bums and cops
they liked to hear him rip it over "Drop It Like It's Hot"
but one day there was a visitor who messed up his flow
he forgot how to rhyme when he saw her, for sure
love at first sight, or maybe it was lust
she was so gorgeous, almost made the kid's brains bust
but he checked himself and started rhyming harder then ever
the crowd got excited, he'd started a real fervor
he scoped her out from the corner of his eye
five foot six, black hair, skin the color of mocha pie
she had a small smile on her face, amused by him
he got nervous inside, felt shakes in his limbs
and that was only their first meeting, the saga went on
for the next three weeks she stopped by to hear his song
she became a daily reg, he felt like he'd been blessed
to be in her presence, he put himself to the test
started cranking out better and longer rhymes
hoping to impress her with his witty lines
but though she stopped by daily to hear his words
she'd leave soon after that, like the passing birds
and they never spoke, she never really saw his glance
but didn't matter, he was stuck in an infatuated dance
(chorus)
he had it bad, followed her home one night
past his corner, past those lines of flickering streetlights
probably a dumb move, but he couldn't think
all he wanted was to know her, woulda been fine with a wink
he saw by her pad that she was richer than him
he saw her check the mail, heard her name was Kim
the kid went home that night full of big fancy plans
he'd introduce himself, she'd become more than a fan
so he scraped up some cash, the little that he carried
bought her flowers, chocolates--it was like he was gettin' married
expensive stuff, it was worth it, what the hell
the next night he went to her place, rang the bell
she opened up, looked at him in surprise
he was like "hey there, please excuse the surprise"
"but i'm that guy from downtown you watch at some nights"
"the one that rhymes for a bit by the bright streetlights"
"i know we haven't met, and this might seem strange"
"but ever since i saw you my life hasn't been the same"
"i think i like you, yeah i really do"
"and i know you don't know me but i hope you like me too"
and he held out his gifts, the flowers and candy
she looked perplexed and stunned, certainly not randy
for a minute there was silence, she just
