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Needles
- //Verse//
- Neon signs flickering against the cracked asphalt, power here isn’t given
- Adjust my cap and pull my hoodie tighter against the wind, and
- My Timberlands scraping the concrete, got my armor with me
- Murals looming over the street, the paint’s cracking
- From years of winter rain, and summer burn, even the top dogs can disappear
- In this part of the world, if you stand too long in here
- Scanning the shuttered Payless, see a squad, hooded, loose limbed and jittery
- Energy buzzing, they hope that they can clock me immediately
- A bottle shatters against brick, violence here isn’t loud until it has to be
- Footsteps too close behind you, the metallic taste of watching eyes
- If you don’t bring the whole block with you then ambition is a crime at all times
- Pass a street where a candlelight vigil spills onto the side
- Photos stapled to a telephone pole, young faces frozen in time
- See a guy gunning down outside, no one even flinches
- Hear the playground gates rattling, because when it comes to tension
- It doesn’t always announce itself with words, it flared in the air
- //Chorus//
- See the officers inside staring hard through the rolled down windows
- Feeling their gaze like needles
- The tension isn’t just between the people
- See the officers inside staring hard through the rolled down windows
- Feeling their gaze like needles
- The tension isn’t just between the people
- It wears badges, carries radios, and calls backup when it’s nervous
- Old brownstones standing shoulder to shoulder like weary soldiers
- See the officers inside staring hard through the rolled down windows
- Feeling their gaze like needles
- The tension isn’t just between the people
- See the officers inside staring hard through the rolled down windows
- Feeling their gaze like needles
- The tension isn’t just between the people
- //Verse//
- Inviting war, making negotiations of power, I cross the intersection
- And a black and white NYPD cruiser rolls slow past me, tires hissin’
- They used to yell about Bulls games and bad neighbors
- Now the stoops seem deserted, I duck into the bodega on the corner
- And grab a Gatorade from the fridge, nodding at the counter
- Back outside I hear sirens dopplering in the distance, somewhere closer
- Power is fleeting here, traded for a viral moment before you end up a mural
- See a squad of scooters tearing past, engines snarling as those dudes go
- Living fast because slow gets you swallowed, turn towards my house
- This place uses a thousand tiny cuts to wear you down
- Until you bleed out standing, I pause when I finally reach my building
- Fingers resting on the iron gate, look back at the long street behind me
- Sirens slicing through the air like razors, slip inside without a word
- Pull my brim low, it fits me like armor now, stitched from years of fights and
- Nights walking alone, better high and dry than kneep deep inside of
- Someone else’s crying shame, murals smiling wide and wise across the street
- //Chorus//
- See the officers inside staring hard through the rolled down windows
- Feeling their gaze like needles
- The tension isn’t just between the people
- See the officers inside staring hard through the rolled down windows
- Feeling their gaze like needles
- The tension isn’t just between the people
- It wears badges, carries radios, and calls backup when it’s nervous
- Old brownstones standing shoulder to shoulder like weary soldiers
- See the officers inside staring hard through the rolled down windows
- Feeling their gaze like needles
- The tension isn’t just between the people
- See the officers inside staring hard through the rolled down windows
- Feeling their gaze like needles
- The tension isn’t just between the people
- //Verse//
- Crowns tilting slightly under the blinking lights of the lamps, the city’s
- Slow erosion kills legends, I pass a row of battered storefronts
- Feeling eyes slicing through the air, criticism rides the skyline where I’m from
- Silent and sharp, every glance I catch is a high wire challenge
- Fight or fly, lie or die, I nod at them, but tension follows after
- Like a trailing kite string knotted to my spine, I see a police car
- Shining under the half dead streetlights, I watch it from afar
- It rolls by slow as syrup, twin lights on top blinking, I see suspicion in their eyes
- All the city’s protection does is prowl, looking for someone to fight
- A dog howls a high note, I keep walking with my head high
- Despite the wind biting hard, but I don’t break stride, criticism doesn’t sting
- If you didn’t let it sit high in your chest, but let it roll by, like the sirens that ring
- Through nights too common to cry about anymore, another life
- Pinned down by bullets, the city eats its own in hungry, bright flashes
- My building’s iron gate is waiting, cold and shining in the streetlight lamps, and
- I touch it lightly, my fingertips brush the rust and rain, look behind me
- Boulevard thrumming high and hungry, I don’t turn back or retreat
- //Chorus//
- See the officers inside staring hard through the rolled down windows
- Feeling their gaze like needles
- The tension isn’t just between the people
- See the officers inside staring hard through the rolled down windows
- Feeling their gaze like needles
- The tension isn’t just between the people
- It wears badges, carries radios, and calls backup when it’s nervous
- Old brownstones standing shoulder to shoulder like weary soldiers
- See the officers inside staring hard through the rolled down windows
- Feeling their gaze like needles
- The tension isn’t just between the people
- See the officers inside staring hard through the rolled down windows
- Feeling their gaze like needles
- The tension isn’t just between the people
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