Beef

Intro — spoken)

They don’t hear the footsteps before the thunder — listen.

(Verse 1)

Streetlights flicker while my mind replay the signs,

Names on my tongue like prayers and warning signs.

Brothers turn to shadows when the money calls,

Loyalty get tested behind these concrete walls.

We trade our peace for pride, thinkin’ we gon’ win,

But every shot fired is a story sinkin’ in.

Mama cryin’ at the kitchen, candles on the sill,

Pain don’t leave a mark that time can easily heal.

You got your reasons, I got mine in the cold,

Two wounded kings tryna keep our thrones of gold.

(Hook)

Beef on the pavement, echo in the street,

Talk loud now but it’s silence when the sirens meet.

Hearts cold from the nights we couldn’t sleep,

Echoes of beef — what we sow, we reap.

(Verse 2)

I seen friends switch sides like they changin’ shoes,

Politely smile while they plot and they choose.

Taught to protect what’s mine, taught to never fold,

But some fights leave you empty, rob you of your soul.

We argue over respect, over old scripts and lies,

Never mind the kids who watch with wonder in their eyes.

Revenge feed the hunger but it starve the light,

One more body fallin’ in the middle of the fight.

So I walk slow with my shame and my trust in my hand,

Prayin’ God forgive me for the broken plans.

(Hook)

Beef on the pavement, echo in the street,

Talk loud now but it’s silence when the sirens meet.

Hearts cold from the nights we couldn’t sleep,

Echoes of beef — what we sow, we reap.

(Bridge — half-sung, half-spoken)

You say it’s honor, I say it’s chains,

You say it’s lessons, I count the graves.

We keep the score like kings with no crowns,

Til the city bury souls and the mothers break down.

Can we lay it down? Or we keep buildin’ heat?

Every victory hollow when it’s fed by beef.

(Verse 3)

I been to funerals where the sun refused to shine,

Seen the price of pride carved into the lines.

If the streets had ears, they’d whisper for peace,

But the drumbeat of the turf never seems to cease.

So I write these words like a map to a change,

Tryin’ to turn the hurt into something not strange.

Come sit with me, let’s talk real about the cost,

Before we count more lives as markers of the lost.

We can flip the script, trade guns for a plan,

Hold my hand, brother — or I’ll understand when you don’t.

(Hook — final)

Beef on the pavement, echo in the street,

Talk loud now but it’s silence when the sirens meet.

Hearts cold from the nights we couldn’t sleep,

Echoes of beef — what we sow, we reap.

(Outro — spoken)

Ain’t no victory in a graveyard handshake. Choose what you leave behind.

Porque music

See you when I see you

Otro