The kids skip
along the street
Hearing the sweet
hip-hop beat
clicking fingers
as they run
Officer Jones makes the run
watching stones skip
twirling his stick around his fingers
patrolling the street
walking his beat
taking his time, sucking a sweet
The music is sweet
listen to it run
feel that beat
breath catch, heart skip,
flowing through the street
pulsing in your fingers
Flexing hands and fingers
smiling sweet
to those on the street
watching dogs run
while little girls jump and skip
to their double-dutch beat
Listen to the beat
of hands and fingers
making dancers skip
pounding a rhythm so sweet
they set off at a run
up and down the street
The world is the street
its life is its beat
the pace, the flow of the run
is more than fingers
can handle, no matter how sweet,
you can't help but skip
Feel the music run down the street.
Let your body skip to the beat.
Snapping your fingers, ain't it sweet?
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