All Alone

Intro

Yeah... turn the tempo down...

Let the concrete talk for a minute

We moving in slow motion... but the pain is fast

DJ... slow that beat down.

Let it breathe

Verse 1

Ye-ye-yellow tape dancing in the slow wind

Another brother gone, where do I begin?

Streetlights flickering, shadows getting long-long

They tell us work hard, but the system is wrong

Potholes in the road, potholes in the soul-soul

Digging out the dirt but they never fill the hole

Look out the window, see the same old scene

Folks fighting over crumbs just to keep the bread

Sirens singing lullabies to put the hood to sleep

While the suits up downtown making promises they can't keep-keep-keep

Chorus

Welcome to the trenches, where the time moves slow-slow-slow

Nowhere to run, and we got nowhere to go-go

Red lines on the map, keep the money out the zone

Sitting on the block but we feeling all alone.

Verse 2

Boo-boo-books in the school looking older than my grandpa

Co-co-cops on the corner treating us like we the enemy

Suit and tie politicians talking 'bout change

But they redraw the lines just to keep us in the range

Gentrification creeping, push-push-pushing out the folks

Selling out the culture, man, it's more than just a joke

They want the culture but they don't want the creators

Locking up the youth, throwing away the k-k-keys

k-k-keys... k-k-keys... lock 'em up, throw away the k-k-keys

Minimum wage trying to pay a maximum price

Rolling loaded dice but they never let us roll twice

Bridge

Tick... tock... Tick... tock... watch the clock...

But the time don't heal... when the pain don't stop-stop-stop

Sirens in the distance... crying for the missing

While they counting up the paper... we just counting up the visits

Visits to the grave. Vi-vi-visits to the cage

Turning all our trauma into content on a page

Chorus

Welcome to the trenches, where the time moves slow-slow-slow

Nowhere to run, and we got nowhere to go-go

Red lines on the map, keep the money out the zone

Sitting on the block but we feeling all alone.

Yeah, we feeling all alone

Outro

Yeah. Just let it ride

For-for-for the ones we lost. For the ones locked up.

For the ones priced out-out-out

We see it clear when you slow it down.

Real eyes... realize... real l-l-lies.