[Verse] Sunset bleeds through the market haze, Him on the concrete, me with the drums in my hands. He speaks in fire, I beat in time, Two old souls on the same worn-down land. Same corner, same prayer, same rusted gate, His voice cuts through like a blade in the rain. I keep the rhythm, he keeps the flame— A gospel beat that still feels like pain. [Pre-Chorus] Years pass like echoes in the alley, One man’s faith, one man’s soul, Same words, same melody, But no one stops to listen anymore. [Chorus] We preach with our footsteps, we drum with our lives, Two shadows in the street, still trying to survive. He says "God’s love is near," I say "Keep it real," Two brothers on the corner, still singing the same deal. Oh, the rhythm is deep, the prayer is long, Still playing our part where the broken belong. [Verse] He used to run the streets with a suitcase full of hope, Now just a mic and a voice cracked by the wind. I learned my beats from church bells that stopped, Still echo in my chest when the silence begins. The sky turns gold, our shadows grow tall, The same old words, but the world’s moved on. Still we stand where the dreamers fall— Our rhythm keeps the light from being gone. [Pre-Chorus] Years pass like echoes in the alley, One man’s faith, one man’s soul, Same words, same melody, But no one stops to listen anymore. [Chorus] We preach with our footsteps, we drum with our lives, Two shadows in the street, still trying to survive. He says "God’s love is near," I say "Keep it real," Two brothers on the corner, still singing the same deal. Oh, the rhythm is deep, the prayer is long, Still playing our part where the broken belong. [Bridge] I remember when the kids would stop and smile, When the pavement pulsed with a nameless fire. Now they pass with headphones in their ears, But I still feel the beat—still feel the choir. And if I ever fade, just let my drum be the sign, That love still lives in the rhythm of time. [Chorus] We preach with our footsteps, we drum with our lives, Two shadows in the street, still trying to survive. He says "God’s love is near," I say "Keep it real," Two brothers on the corner, still singing the same deal. Oh, the rhythm is deep, the prayer is long, Still playing our part where the broken belong. [Outro] Same corner… same beat… Same corner… same beat… Still… Still… Still…