Lyrics
Kid on K Street, outside the Crest, the marquee bulb is humming,
Phone flash burns a ghost in my eye, I shoulda seen it coming.
He says my name like he knows the grain of the wood on my front door,
Asks for a pic, for the 'gram, for the clout, for somethin' more.
And I'm thinking 'bout the floor plans we drew on a napkin at Mel's,
Two-story life, wrap-around porch, saved from these concrete hells.
This kid's got a counterfeit version, a jpeg of the frame,
But he don't see the hairline fractures hidden in the name.
[Chorus]
Yeah, they cheer for the skyline, they love the facade that I built,
Every girder is guilt, every window is silt.
Got the certificate signed, yeah, the occupancy's cleared,
But the ghost in the wiring is the one thing they feared.
[Verse 2]
A reporter asks, "How's it feel?"—her voice is all polish and gleam,
Like she's asking the specs on a load-bearing beam.
I wanna tell her it feels like they poured the new sidewalk too fast,
Over the handprints we left in the wet cement of the past.
It feels like a tax lien, a notice to vacate the premises—
This body, this voice, this inherited genesis.
I just nod, say "It's a blessing," a two-word demolition crew,
While I'm mapping the seismic damage for an audience of you.
[Chorus]
Yeah, they cheer for the skyline, they love the facade that I built,
Every girder is guilt, every window is silt.
Got the certificate signed, yeah, the occupancy's cleared,
But the ghost in the wiring is the one thing they feared.
[Bridge]
(Beat switches dramatically)
The Uber ride back is a vacuum, the driver don't speak.
Just the sound of the blinker on 29th, feels like a leak...
[Verse 3]
...in the plumbing of Sunday. The key in the Schlage feels cold.
Your name's on the deed to a story that never got told.
They wanna know about the come-up, the metrics, the market share,
I'm just tryna calculate the sheer tonnage of empty air
In this bedroom you left me, this un-permitted site.
Antoine, they're selling tickets to a building that ain't built right.
[Outro]
They clapped so loud tonight, man.
You think the foundation heard?
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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