[Verse] Sunrise on the pavement, dust in the air, He hits the drum with a steady prayer. Beat so deep it hums through the concrete, A lesson in rhythm, no need to be neat. [Pre-Chorus] Little feet gather round in a circle, Eyes wide, ears open, hearts begin to shiver. [Chorus] One-two-three-four, feel the ground, Every step is a drum on the town. One-two-three-four, don’t you run, Let the rhythm be your sun. One-two-three-four, that’s the way, The street’s the stage, and you’re the clay. [Verse] Girl with a jump rope starts tap-tap-tap, He nods like a teacher, never in a lap. Boy with a stick, he tries to keep pace, But the groove is a river, time to embrace. [Pre-Chorus] Bare feet on concrete, hearts in time, The bassline grows, like a palm tree climbing. [Chorus] One-two-three-four, feel the ground, Every step is a drum on the town. One-two-three-four, don’t you run, Let the rhythm be your sun. One-two-three-four, that’s the way, The street’s the stage, and you’re the clay. [Bridge] No stage, no mic, no gold on the wall, Just the beat that lives in the body and soul. No need to be perfect, just be true, The rhythm’s the truth—can’t help but come through. [Chorus] One-two-three-four, feel the ground, Every step is a drum on the town. One-two-three-four, don’t you run, Let the rhythm be your sun. One-two-three-four, that’s the way, The street’s the stage, and you’re the clay. [Outro] One-two-three-four… feel the sound… Heartbeat on the pavement, all around… One-two-three-four… Just let it roll… The street is home, and the beat is soul…