Track 9 of the album Gridlock Gospel · 2019
East Side Ghost Signal
by Kane Rivers
“A rented room on a hill where the wind doesn't know my name. I still hear the east side faintly.”
boom-bap · ambient trap · melancholy rap · 3:21
Lyrics
Got a rental room on a hill where the wind don't know my name Same moon in the window but it don't look the same Smell of my mama's kitchen when I close my eyes tight Cornbread on the counter, steam in the porch light New city's got the glitter, got the lights and the pace But nobody knows my story when they look at my face So I walk it like I own it, but my shoes know the truth They been counting every step back to my youth Homesick in a hoodie, hands in my sleeves Ghost of the east side hanging in the leaves East side ghost signal, calling me home Static in the speaker when I'm walking alone Bodega on the corner, my name on the wall East side ghost signal, I hear it through it all East side ghost signal, calling me back Every little memory on a one-way track I'm out here building, but I'm building with a thread Tied to the old block in my head Called my cousin Tuesday, said the block ain't changed Same old stoop talk, same old pigeons in the rain Uncle's on the corner with his domino game Shouting at the sky like it's gonna know his name I laughed so hard I cried and I told him don't hang up Just keep the noise going, fill my empty cup He held the phone out so I could hear the street Sirens, kids, a bus hiss, my own heartbeat Homesick in a hoodie, hands in my sleeves Ghost of the east side hanging in the leaves East side ghost signal, calling me home Static in the speaker when I'm walking alone Bodega on the corner, my name on the wall East side ghost signal, I hear it through it all East side ghost signal, calling me back Every little memory on a one-way track I'm out here building, but I'm building with a thread Tied to the old block in my head Wrote my first new verse in this brand new town Said I miss the way the old streets sound Then I stopped, I listened, heard a busker down the street Playing something familiar, played it slow and sweet Maybe home ain't just a place, maybe it's a sound A bass line in your chest when you're far from the ground So I'll carry it with me, tucked behind my ribs Every east side lullaby, every old block gift Wherever I land, I bring the block Every brick, every beat, every stoop talk Distance is a number, but love don't count Home is a signal, and I'm tuning in right now East side ghost signal, calling me home Static in the speaker, but I'm not alone Bodega on the corner, my name on the wall East side ghost signal, I hear it through it all East side ghost signal, calling me back Every little memory on a one-way track I'm out here building, but I'm building with a thread Tied to the old block in my head East side ghost signal Calling me home