I’ve seen the streets swallow souls, watched the chrome take control,
Now I’m walkin’ with ghosts, every step payin’ tolls.
My brother’s blood still whispers in the concrete seams,
Turned my name to a prayer, my block to a dream.
I buried pain in the same dirt they buried me,
But the rose that grew from the grave still smells like grief.
Dead and gone, yet the past rides shotgun in my head,
Till the day I join ‘em, I’m just livin’ for the dead.