Intro — whisper/filtered)
When glocc calls, the block listens — cold nights, colder decisions.
Hook (chanty, repetitive)
When glocc calls, it echoes down the hall,
sirens laugh while the street takes the fall.
When glocc calls, you feel the freeze in the bones,
hollow answers, cold chrome, gotta face it alone. (skrrt)
Verse 1 (staccato)
Night fog, streetlight flicker, heartbeat like a drum,
city breathe slow, every step weigh a ton.
Kids with chokeholds on dreams, ledger full of debts,
one wrong move — paper trail, ledger of regrets.
They whisper “get the glocc” like it’s safety in a name,
but metal don’t hug back, metal only feeds the flame.
Counting blessings turned to counts on the block,
prayers get muffled when the rooftop clocks stop. (bah)
Pre-Chorus (taut)
Cold faces, colder choices, coin flips with the soul,
the louder you shout, the less you feel control.
Hook (chanty)
When glocc calls, it echoes down the hall,
sirens laugh while the street takes the fall.
When glocc calls, you feel the freeze in the bones,
hollow answers, cold chrome, gotta face it alone. (grr)
Verse 2 (gritty narrative)
Hearts in pockets, eyes on the horizon line,
promises like glass — they break when used as signs.
Mama prayin’ on the couch, nights stitch up her fears,
photo on the mantle got a corner made of tears.
They sold the dream cheap — fast whispers, fast plans,
but every “come through” ends with chalk and taped-off lands.
Neighbors nod like they know, but they look away,
only the preacher came through when the light went gray. (uh)
Bridge (cold warning)
This ain’t a flex, ain’t a flex — it’s a risk with a price,
you trade tomorrow’s sun for a moment’s slice.
Echoes in the alley — footsteps, not applause,
when the glocc speak loud, it’s the system that draws.
Breakdown (rhythmic, clipped)
Click. Breath. Silence.
Click. Breath. Sirens.
Click. Breath. Silence.
Lives move in outlines on the curb where the light bends.
Hook (final, layered)
When glocc calls, it echoes down the hall,
sirens laugh while the street takes the fall.
When glocc calls, you feel the freeze in the bones,
hollow answers, cold chrome, gotta face it alone. (skrrt, bah)
Outro (cold, reflective)
If the glocc ever speaks your name, ask who’s writing the fate —
is it power or prison you’re buyin’ at the gate?
When glocc calls, let the silence be the choice,
choose the voice that brings you home, not the one that steals your voice.
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See you when I see you
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