DAP & DISTANCE

[Verse 1]
The street-lamp on Remsen hums a low orange over your new scar.
We used to map the future on a napkin at the Gold Star.
Now the air's heavy, August thickens up the silence, see?
This whole exchange is woven from a different kinda currency.
The mask I wear for cameras feelin' heavy on my jaw,
Tryna find the face I had before I learned to break the law.
You watch my hands, I watch your eyes, a dead-zone conversation,
A whole shared lifetime shrinkin' down to pattern recognition.

[Chorus]
(Scratched Vocal: "Same block!")
Used to be the same weave, different pattern, same thread.
(Scratched Vocal: "New watch!")
Now you lookin' at my jacket, calculatin' my bread.
(Scratched Vocal: "Same block!")
Fist-bump feels like shakin' hands across a new divide.
(Scratched Vocal: "New watch!")
Nothin' left to say when there ain't nowhere left to hide.

[Verse 2]
Your shoulders squared up tight, a knot of pride I can't undo.
I see the fable in your glare, the one where I abandoned you.
The new chain on your neck is cold, it don't catch the light the same.
You clear your throat, the sound is like a razor blade scrapin' my name.
You said, "Don't talk to me 'bout stitches when you ain't the one who bled."
All the ghosts of dudes we knew are standin' here inside your head.
Unravelin' the story that we started on the loom,
Just two kings of Canarsie trapped inside a concrete tomb.

[Chorus]
(Scratched Vocal: "Same block!")
Used to be the same weave, different pattern, same thread.
(Scratched Vocal: "New watch!")
Now you lookin' at my jacket, calculatin' my bread.
(Scratched Vocal: "Same block!")
Fist-bump feels like shakin' hands across a new divide.
(Scratched Vocal: "New watch!")
Nothin' left to say when there ain't nowhere left to hide.

[Bridge]
I wanna say your mother still asks for you, I wanna break the chill.
Mon frère, on est ensemble... but we standin' stock-still.
My tongue is lead, my wallet's fat, the irony is killin' me.
The wind picks up a plastic bag, and that's the only sympathy.

[Outro]
(Beat cuts out completely, leaving only raw vocal and vinyl crackle)
Aight then, be good, my guy.
...Yeah. You too.