No Announcement (Body Count Lullaby)

This ain’t no announcement…

This the sound after the shot.

No warning.

No mercy.

Third arm hangin’ where the heart should be,

Metal sermons, sworn enemies.

Foreign steel, American sin,

Finger itch like it wanna begin.

Cylinder hum like a funeral hymn,

Hammer kiss bone, count to ten.

Bang… pop…

Another name erased in chalk.

Neighborhoods breathe in trauma smoke,

Kids learn silence before they talk.

PTSD soaked in the streetlights glow,

Sirens moan like they know our ghosts.

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Hands up.

Face down.

Still hear shots when it ain’t a sound.

Seventeen prayers in the back of a skull,

Heaven overloaded, Earth still dull.

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No hugs… just slugs…

Cradled by the night.

Say all lives matter—

Why mine don’t survive?

No love… just blood…

Drippin’ through the law.

Say all lives matter—

Then why we the ones gone?

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Badge cold like a dead man’s stare,

Touchin’ bodies, leavin’ souls impaired.

Not just murder—

violation.

Spirit raped by the occupation.

Breath still movin’, but the light done fled,

Walkin’ dead with a pulse instead.

Zombies scared of the uniform glow,

Trained to freeze when the blue lights show.

Mama cry in a language God won’t translate,

Candle wax poolin’ on the date.

Justice blindfolded, deaf, and mute,

Knees on necks while they sing the truth.

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No hugs… just slugs…

Lullabies of lead.

Say all lives matter—

Why ours get bled?

No peace… just police…

Marchin’ through our sleep.

Say all lives matter—

Why we six feet deep?

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I believe in ghosts.

I believe they march with us.

John Brown’s rage still breathin’,

Nat Turner still wakin’ the earth.

Pac still speakin’ through static,

Nipsey runnin’ blueprints past death.

Not askin’ for war…

Just breath.

Not beggin’ for mercy…

Just life.

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Break

…

…

Bang.

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Final Chorus (Half-time, stripped then exploding)

Say all lives matter…

(whispered)

including mine…

Say all lives matter…

(screamed harmony buried in mix)

including mine…

Say all lives matter—

(choked)

Don’t let me die unnamed.

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Outro (Fading, whispered, looping)

This ain’t no announcement…

It’s a death rattle.

America hummin’ lullabies

to a body count.