Last Compton Blood

{sub-bass swells, distant sirens,

quiet

minor-chord Rhodes piano} Yeah,

yeah (hmmm, ohhh) {ominous atmospheric field recordings}

Only one left standing in the cold Compton rain

Dust settled down on the blood on the lane

They called us the Blues,

now the colors are gray My brothers all gone on the very

same day No sirens can drown out the silence I keep

Just ghosts in the alleyways watching me sleep {trap hi-hats enter,

heavy 808 slides} I hear the footsteps on the concrete track

Nowhere left to run,

no one at my back

(no one left) {vocal filters

open, swelling strings} Lord forgive the last of the Compton Blues We

played the game but we had to lose

Now I'm walking under the fading stars With the heavy weight of

these battle scars

(ooh-ooh) {lush vocal harmonies,

heavy trap-soul beat} Two blocks down where we made our stand

Empty shell casings in the palm of my hand They wanted the

turf but they took our soul Left a hollowed-out city and a

bottomless hole I'm the final survivor of a war with no crown

Just a lonely ghost in a boarded-up town

{drums drop out momentarily at the end} No flags left to wave,

no territory to claim

Just a whisper in the wind of a forgotten name

(forgotten name)

{solemn solo Rhodes piano,

distant

wind soundscape} Lord forgive the last of the Compton Blues We played

the game but we had to lose

Now I'm walking under the fading stars With the heavy weight of

these battle scars (ooh-ooh) {full production returns,

explosive sub-bass}

Just the Compton Blues...

Only me left...

(hmmmm) {beat fades, rain sounds,

police siren fades out}