Lyrics
You trace the crack on the screen at 3:18 on a Tuesday.
This number's a stud in the framing, a ghost you keep choosing to save.
It's a load-bearing column inside a condemned memory palace,
a decade of silence held under your thumb, cold and calloused.
You see the last text, 'Be right there,' glowing electric green,
the foundational lie that you built this whole grief-stricken scene on.
Down on 10th Avenue, the streetlights are humming a hymn,
and you're staring at God in the glass, about to tear down a limb.
[Chorus]
Thumb on the digit, prayin' to the static.
This ain't deletion, nah, this is ecstatic
devotion to demolition, a holy revision.
Burn down the chapel, make a new religion.
[Verse 2]
Remember the heat off the asphalt, that August you learned how to drive?
Antoine in the passenger seat, lookin' more than alive.
The smell of the Delta breeze mixed with the oil on his hands,
saying, "Little brother, you got the plans, just follow the plans."
Now that voice is a contact photo, a pixelated ghost in the phone,
a plot of land in your heart you can't build on, can't sell, can't leave alone.
Every ringtone's a tremor that threatens to bring down the walls.
Every phantom vibration, another one of his calls.
[Chorus]
Thumb on the digit, prayin' to the static.
This ain't deletion, nah, this is ecstatic
devotion to demolition, a holy revision.
Burn down the chapel, make a new religion.
[Bridge]
You can't build a future when you're living in a mausoleum.
You tell yourself this, but you still don't believe you.
It's not just a number, it's the last standing piece of the wire,
the connection to something before the whole structure caught fire.
[Verse 3 (Double-time)]
Okay now you're doing it, finger is hovering over the void,
it's a trigger, a lever, a switch for the peace you've destroyed,
and you push it, the screen asks you 'sure?' with a digital plea,
and the whole damn city outside holds its breath just for you, just for me,
all the sirens on Broadway, the rumble of the 5 AM freight,
every memory flashin', a high-speed collision with fate,
and it's gone, just a space in the list where a life used to be,
a cleared-out foundation, a terrifying liberty, you're free.
[Outro]
The number's gone. The lot is clear.
Now build something here.
About 2Park
Jamal Doucette, known as 2Park, still sleeps in his older brother's childhood bedroom in Oak Park, Sacramento. When he was 16, his brother Antoine was killed in a hit-and-run, leaving behind a silence that Jamal now fills with a passionate, G-funk-infused baritone. Using the same Fender Rhodes piano Antoine taught him to play, 2Park's music is a series of letters to the ghost in the room…
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