frantic

panic in the air like a corner store hit

everybody runnin but my feet stay planted in the shit

homies turn to ghosts when the winter hit

names on the wall but the ink aint dry yet

 

last summer we was laughin by the project steps

now the laughter just an echo in an empty vest

i replay june nights like a broken tape

his voice on the wind every time the sirens scrape

 

they told me let it go like the pain got wings

but grief dont fly it just swings heavy things

like hammers on glass like triggers half pressed

like the last text he sent still sayin "we next"

 

panic in the air like a corner store hit

everybody runnin but my feet stay planted in the shit

homies turn to ghosts when the winter hit

names on the wall but the ink aint dry yet

 

i seen death up close it got lazy eyes

takes its time but always arrives right on time

they was talkin slick till the lead made introductions

now the block got amnesia bout their contributions

 

his mama keeps his room like a museum piece

i still catch his scent on my jacket sleeve

the streets dont love you they just tolerate

turn your flesh to lessons when the reaper takes

 

lights flash red like the devil blink

every shadow hold a face i used to drink with

the moon dont shine where the bullets land

just hollow points where the homies stand

 

i write letters to the grave like the dirt got wifi

the response always silence with the wind as reply

they killed james for his chain wasnt even real gold

just plated steel and a dream he couldnt hold

 

the corner preachers say the lord got plans

but god dont walk where the shells expand

i seen angels fall with their wings still wet

heavens just a word the undertaker left

 

panic in the air like a corner store hit

everybody runnin but my feet stay planted in the shit

homies turn to ghosts when the winter hit

names on the wall but the ink aint dry yet

 

i count faces in the candle wax

they flicker out before the match can catch

the youngins ask why his picture fade

the truth dont fit in the lies we made

 

they spray the walls like it means something

the paint dont last but the pain keep coming

i touch his name in the concrete cold

the letters rough like the life he told

 

the hearse dont speed when it carry poor

just slow rolls past the corner store

same place he bought his last loosey

now his ashes mix with newbie

 

i memorize the cracks in the sidewalk

where his blood made patterns like some abstract art

the rain came hard but the stain stayed

like the guilt in the shooters face when the Lord get paid

 

they say time heal but the clock lie

the hands move but the hurt stay inside

i wear his chain when i need the strength

the weight feel just like his handshake

 

the candles melt into wax graves

the flowers plastic like the love they gave

the preacher lied when he said rest

there aint no peace just an empty chest

 

i see his ghost in the backseat sometimes

laughin loud like the old times

i turn my head and the air get thick

the laughter turn to a bullet click

 

they play his song when they want to remember

turn it off when the mood surrender

the playlist short like the life he had

18 tracks for 18 years bad

 

the corner shrine got fresh blunts today

the liquor evaporate before the pain

they write RIP like it mean something

the letters fade but the gun keep coming

 

i pour the drink but the ground thirsty

the earth dont want what the sky give me

the wind carry names i cant speak

the panic set when the memories peak