[Verse] Sunrise on the concrete, wheels in motion slow Taxi queue like a choir, talkin’ life like it know Woman in red say her love left with a bus, not a car But she still got that rhythm, ain’t no need to stare Old man with the shades, whisperin’ secrets to the sky Says the world’s a circle, and we all pass by But every story told here, even the small ones too Carry a spark like fire in the morning dew [Pre-Chorus] We ain’t waitin’ for no king or no lucky star We just sing our truth, one beat at a time from the yard [Chorus] Yeye, we the rhythm in the traffic, we the song in the slow Yeye, every word we speak, it grows like a tree, don’t know From the mouth of the driver to the child on the stand Our voices rise like a prayer, we the light in the sand Yeye, we the rhythm in the traffic, we the song in the slow We the fire in the quiet, and the soul in the flow [Verse] Man with one shoe say he’s got a kingdom in his chest Another girl laughin’ ‘bout her dreamin’ of the best But the real gift? The way we listen, never rush One word from your mouth, feels like heaven, like it’s rush We don’t need a stage or a spotlight to shine Just a beat and a heart and the will to align [Pre-Chorus] We ain’t waitin’ for no king or no lucky star We just sing our truth, one beat at a time from the yard [Chorus] Yeye, we the rhythm in the traffic, we the song in the slow Yeye, every word we speak, it grows like a tree, don’t know From the mouth of the driver to the child on the stand Our voices rise like a prayer, we the light in the sand Yeye, we the rhythm in the traffic, we the song in the slow We the fire in the quiet, and the soul in the flow [Bridge] Even when the road is long, and the silence feels too vast We carry the story, we keep the promise, we keep the past Not in words, but in sound — a hum, a smile, a nod The universe listens when we sing as one, not on a log [Chorus] Yeye, we the rhythm in the traffic, we the song in the slow Yeye, every word we speak, it grows like a tree, don’t know From the mouth of the driver to the child on the stand Our voices rise like a prayer, we the light in the sand Yeye, we the rhythm in the traffic, we the song in the slow We the fire in the quiet, and the soul in the flow [Outro] Yeye… yeye… We the song, we the soul, in every row Yeye… yeye… The street sings back, and we let it go