[Intro]

[Verse]

The Homeless Of Mission District

Yemulu in the Mission, original name,

Boombox life, street party flame.

Sky’s everywhere, no roof, no chain—

We the untidy, we the same.

[Verse 1]

Humanity of the homeless, Mission District streets,

San Francisco concrete where the real ones meet.

Untidy room of a creative genius mind,

Minting world-class poetry, leaving tech behind.

Unicorns and solaras rising from the dirt,

We the Untidy, We the Homeless, we feature, we no bug, no hurt.

Hobos live the streets, boombox booming loud,

Where’s the showers at? Where’s the food? Still proud.

Sky is everywhere, no ceiling, no walls,

Just say hi as you pass by when the rhythm calls.

[Chorus]

We don’t need no phone, we don’t need no Wi-Fi,

Just say hi as you pass by, keep the vibe high.

Partying in the streets, partying hard, boombox life,

Come after dark when it’s cool—follow the light.

Unicorn too small, go build a Solara,

Trillion-dollar dreams, engineer the abundance, holler.

[Verse 2]

A billion is not cool—you know what’s cool?

A trillion. Go build me that company, rewrite the rules.

Bring the spray, we be waiting, painting the night,

Partying hard under Mission street lights.

No habla español? No problema, just move,

Dance to the tune, let the rhythm amuse, confuse, loosen you.

Let the stress go, give your eyes some rest,

Stop squinting at the screen—come party with the best.

On the street, after dark, when the air gets cool,

Listen for the boombox… just follow the rule.

[Bridge]

Where’s the tech at? Still searching the code,

While we mint the poetry right here on the road.

We the feature, we the bug-free flow,

Creative genius in the untidy glow.

Sky’s the limit ‘cause the sky is everywhere—

Come join the circle, leave the square.

[Chorus]

We don’t need no phone, we don’t need no Wi-Fi,

Just say hi as you pass by, keep the vibe high.

Partying in the streets, partying hard, boombox life,

Come after dark when it’s cool—follow the light.

Unicorn too small, go build a Solara,

Trillion-dollar dreams, engineer the abundance, holler.

Yemulu original, Mission District true,

Boombox booming for me and for you.

Bring the spray… we be waiting.

Just follow the sound.