The 4th Pt.1

Intro – Spoken]
Fourth of July…
Supposed to be fireworks, family, freedom.
But that day? All I saw was blood.
Trey died next to me — right there in the street.
And I ain’t been free since.

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[Verse 1 – The Shot Heard on the Fourth]
It was the 4th, block lit like a candle,
Kids poppin’ firecrackers, whole hood in a scramble.
Me and Trey posted up near the stoop,
Laughin’, talkin’ ’bout life, just me and the troop.

Grill smokin’, flags everywhere,
But somethin’ in the air felt heavy, unfair.
Then a black truck slid through real slow,
Fireworks masked it — nobody ain’t know.

Pop-pop-pop — but that ain’t no show,
Trey hit the ground, I dropped low.
Screamin’ his name, blood in my hands,
On the 4th of July — this ain’t part of no plans.

He ain’t breathe, he ain’t blink,
One second we was talkin’, next — gone in a blink.
Whole block froze, I was burnin’ inside,
Red, white, and blue — but that red was his life…

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[Hook – Emotive, Melodic Flow]
It was the 4th when I lost my bro,
No freedom, no peace, just pain I don’t show.
Fireworks lit, but my soul went cold,
Now I’m runnin’ round the city with a heart full of holes.
Tried to pray, but revenge was loud,
Now I’m duckin’ from the law, jumpin’ gates through the crowd.
I ain’t tryna be next, but the scars run deep,
I just pop one pill so I might get sleep…

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[Verse 2 – Get Back & The Escape]
I swore on the flag, I’d get him back,
Trey ain’t die in vain — so I picked up the strap.
Word got ‘round who pulled that trigger,
So I slid through solo, heart beatin’ quicker.

Saw him near the park, same one we used to skate,
Irony thick — now I carry this weight.
No 4th parade, just a Glock and a glare,
Two shots rang, left his body right there.

Took off runnin’, cops hit the lights,
Hopped three fences, ducked low in the night.
Backyards, sprinklers, barbecues loud,
While I’m sweatin’ with blood on me, lost in the crowd.

Ain’t get caught, but the guilt stuck tight,
Every time I close my eyes, I’m relivin’ that night.
The 4th used to mean freedom and fam,
Now it’s death, drugs, and pain I can’t stand…

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[Hook – Repeat with Variation]
It was the 4th when my world turned black,
All these red cups, but my brother ain’t back.
People dancin’ while I’m tryna escape,
Feelin’ caged in my mind, ain’t no “Land of the Brave.”
I ain’t proud of what I did, but I did it for Trey,
Now I’m lost in the smoke like it’s still that day.
I ain’t tryna be next, but I’m barely alive,
And I bleed in my lyrics just tryin’ to survive

(Sad storytelling rap — heavy piano, distant fireworks, rain/sirens ambiance)