Track 3 of the album Gridlock Gospel · 2019
Three Hundred Miles of Static
by Kane Rivers
“Three hundred miles and the static never clears. Homesick in a bigger place.”
rap · melancholy trap · story rap · 3:09
Lyrics
Three hundred miles on the odometer's face Left the east side for a bigger place Rent's a different language, rain's a different sound Nobody here knows where my corner's found I rhyme to the window, I rhyme to the wall Grandma's voice in the hallway when I answer no call Bodega bacon smell stuck in my head Chopped-cheese memories I never ate in bed Signal's thin tonight Hold the line, hold tight Three hundred miles of static Home in the hiss and the crackle Tune the dial to the block I know Sirens and laughter and the stoop below Three hundred miles of static Heart's a little rough but it's magic Can't get a clear line to where I'm from So I rap it out till the morning comes Phone call with my mother, she's got the TV loud Cousin's in the background, yelling something proud Hear the old train rumble through the speaker hole Four minutes of the city and it's feeding my soul Hang up, quiet room, all the boxes still stacked Writing every memory down so I can hold it back Brought my city in a notebook, bars like bricks Building me a block from the verses I mix Signal's thin tonight Hold the line, hold tight Three hundred miles of static Home in the hiss and the crackle Tune the dial to the block I know Sirens and laughter and the stoop below Three hundred miles of static Heart's a little rough but it's magic Can't get a clear line to where I'm from So I rap it out till the morning comes Maybe I'm building a new block here Different faces, but the hellos sound clear Neighbor held the door and said where you from I said the east side, and I wasn't numb He said play me something, I said let me try Spit sixteen bars under a different sky He nodded to the beat like he'd known it for years Home is a sound that you carry, no fears Distance is just a long drum break Every mile a beat that I take Gonna ride it back when the tour is done But I'm making a home till then, one by one Three hundred miles of static Home in the hiss and the crackle Tune the dial to the block I know Sirens and laughter and the stoop below Three hundred miles of static Heart's a little rough but it's magic Can't get a clear line to where I'm from So I rap it out till the morning comes Static, static, but I hear you East side, I'm coming home soon