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(heavy heavy breathing) {ominous low brass pad} Who woulda thought it would
end like this, man?
Two blocks away, but
worlds
apart.
East Side wore the red,
West Side wore the blue Just kids in a courtyard till the
venom grew Whispers in the hallway,
lockers getting slammed Now we stepping on the asphalt with iron in
our hand {heavy boom-bap kick and snare enters} (watch out)
No sirens yet, just the silence before
We crossed the boulevard and started a war
{sub-bass swells, drums filter out}
When the block went hot,
nobody could run
Two different worlds under the same cold sun Street lights flashing on
the metal and the lead
Nothing left to say when the concrete's red (no turning back)
{full aggressive drop}
Four PM sharp, the bell didn't ring for class
It rang for the fire and the shattering glass
Spitting lead across the intersection,
taking cover low Old friends from the sandbox became the ultimate foe
{percussion
triplets and industrial hits} (ahhhh)
Why did we let it go this far?
Fighting on the street where we used to play ball...
{distorted piano melody, drums drop out} When the block went hot,
nobody could run
Two different worlds under the same cold sun Street lights flashing on
the metal and the lead Nothing left to say when the concrete's
red
{intense
wall of
sound, climax} (sirens fading in)
Just smoke on the asphalt...
Nothing left but the silence.
{slow
fade to vinyl
hiss}