Southside Soul Chronicles

Yeah, yeah (hmmm-mm)

Red line rattling overhead at midnight Stepping over cracks under the street

light Cold air biting through my thin jacket coat Writing down my

dreams in a pocket book note Southside alleys where the brick walls

speak Finding heavy lessons in the middle of the week

Oh, those brick walls watched me grow (they watched me grow) Through

the winters and the lake wind blow Southside running in my veins

so deep Promises I made that I still gotta keep (yeah)

Corner store mornings buying nickel bags of chips Watching elders preach with

wisdom on their lips

79th street bus bouncing down the block Learning how to pace myself

and beat the ticking clock Hard times taught us how to lean

into the grace Never let the wind erase the history of this

place

We built a fire from the frost (so much frost)

Remembering the names of the ones we lost

But the spark stays alive in the dark

Oh, those brick walls watched me grow (they watched me grow)

Through the winters and the lake wind blow

Southside running in my veins so deep Promises I made that I

still gotta keep (gotta keep,

yeah)

Southside, yeah

(hmmm, oh-oh)

Keep the fire burning

Keep the records turning