{…} A brother don't need a gate – he jumps the fence. That's street.' 'Again,...

{…} A brother don't need a gate – he jumps the fence. That's street.'
'Again, please?' said Howard.
'Street, street,' bellowed Zora. It's like, "being street", knowing the street – in Levi's sad little world if you're a Negro you have some kind of mysterious holy communion with sidewalks and corners.