Lyrics
Saw Amara in the back of a blue Acura on Flatlands Ave.
Last Tuesday, rain was washing the chalk off the asphalt, I do the math.
This knot in my stomach is a language my father taught me, the kind you can't translate.
Air thick with the alloco from the corner spot, I watched the lie marinate.
It ain't my war but the bullet got my name engraved, a ricochet of fate.
I'm staring at your contact, thumb is hovering, paralyzed by the weight.
I picture the pattern of the Kente you gave me, hanging by the doorframe straight.
And how a single pulled yarn can make the whole design disintegrate.
[Chorus]
This ain't my story but the ink is on my hands now.
This ain't my body but I feel it when it lands now.
I saw the mask slip, yeah, the truth is contraband now.
This ain't my story but the ink is on my hands now.
[Verse 2]
Remember summer '09, splitting a patty from Golden Krust?
We swore the fabric of the crew would never fray, would never rust.
"'We a tapestry, my brother,' that's what you always said to me." In G-d we trust.
Now I'm the moth, chewing through the loyalty, turning the promise to dust.
I see my father's face, the disappointment etched when I wouldn't adjust.
Is this the same silence? Protecting a brother's peace or just fueling my own disgust?
This feels like translating another final notice, the kind that feels unjust.
A debt that ain't my own but I'm the one who's gotta pay for all the broken trust.
[Bridge]
(Drums and Vocal only)
So what's the bigger sin, Moussa?
The lie that keeps the loom spinning?
Or the blade that cuts the thread clean?
What's the start of a new beginning?
[Outro]
Saw Amara in the back of a blue Acura on Flatlands Ave.
About GRIOT GHOST
Born Adama Koné to Ivorian immigrants, GRIOT GHOST was raised between the rich aromas of his mother's kitchen in Canarsie and the hard-edged reality of the Brooklyn streets. He was translating bills for his parents by age nine, but hiding his rhyme books from a father who dreamed of him becoming an engineer. Now, he funds his studio time by stocking supermarket shelves overnight, turning the…
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