Track 1 of the album Porch Steps Full · 2025
Heat Breaks at Seven, Porch Steps Full
by Kane Rivers
“Heat breaks at seven and the whole block spills out. This is how I wanted the record to open.”
rap · groovy rap · porch-party hip hop · 3:25
Lyrics
Heat breaks at seven, porch steps fill up Aunties with the paper fans, uncles with a cup Sprinkler on the corner doing slow cartwheels Ice pop on my knuckles, that's how summer feels Domino click-clack on a folding card table Grandma tells a story and I'm hanging on the label Late August evening, the block is wide awake Nobody in a hurry, nothing here to fake Porch steps full, heat breaks at seven Whole block outside like a little bit of heaven Cool breeze rolling, radio low Late summer evening, nowhere else to go Porch steps full, pass the plate around Sweetest kind of music is the neighborhood sound Kids on scooters ringing bells for a race Streetlight flickers on, kisses everybody's face Smoke from the grill and somebody's laughing loud Cousin does a joke and he's pulling in a crowd I got a notebook, but I'm leaving it shut Some verses write themselves when the stoop is a hut Mama's on the top step, shoes kicked off Whole day's weight is gone, just a little cough Porch steps full, heat breaks at seven Whole block outside like a little bit of heaven Cool breeze rolling, radio low Late summer evening, nowhere else to go Porch steps full, pass the plate around Sweetest kind of music is the neighborhood sound Sky goes peach, then it fades to plum Fireflies on the fence like a little drum Old man next door hums a tune from way back I catch the melody and I put it in my track Summer's almost done, but we're holding it tight Every porch light glowing like a little night light East side evening, that's my kind of chill Heart is full and the whole block is still Pass the plate, pass the cup Pass the laughter, fill it up Pass the night, pass the day Heat breaks and we all stay Porch steps full, heat breaks at seven Whole block outside like a little bit of heaven Cool breeze rolling, radio low Late summer evening, nowhere else to go Porch steps full, pass the plate around Sweetest kind of music is the neighborhood sound Heat breaks at seven Porch steps full