Yo... you seen that broadcast? You seen what she said? Nah nah nah hold on, hold on— sit down, lock the door, cut the lights listen to me right now Flipped on the news about a quarter to ten anchor lady on the screen like she 'bout to begin the end of everything we thought we knew I'm watching through the static tryna figure if it's true she said they living among us, holding jobs, paying rent got kids in our schools and we don't know what they meant when they said integration so complete so precise I'm looking at my neighbor through the blinds thinking twice forty years of silence while the government knew monitored coexistence — what the hell did they do sat on the information like it wasn't a threat acting casual bout something we should never forget Defense Department called, asked 'em kill the report they ain't kill it though, aired it, now I'm shook to my core I'm pacing round my living room I can't sit still something in that broadcast gave me chills that won't heal They said there's no confirmed way to tell 'em apart could be your coworker, pastor, could be somebody's heart surgeon operating with them hands on your chest I'm questioning everything from the east to the west she quoted the analyst word for word on air "so complete, so precise" — son I'm losing it I swear I called my mans Darius soon as the broadcast stopped he laughed at me, hung up — now I'm thinking he's one of THEM nah nah I'm buggin', or am I though? forty years is a long time for a secret to grow they fulfilled their purpose — that's the line that got me stuck what does that mean exactly? what the — what the — I rewound the tape like six times on that part something in her eyes when she said it hit different from the start she wasn't scared, she was calm, too calm, too clean like she already knew what that sentence really means I got the doors locked, curtains drawn, phone off the hook pulled out every conspiracy file, every notebook, every book cross-referencing dates back to '84 finding little things I never noticed before a weather report from '91 with numbers in the map coordinates nobody mentioned, I circled 'em in black a cooking show host from '97 talking bout ingredients you had the whole time — what's that about I'm connecting every dot on my wall with red string questioning the nature of absolutely everything who wrote the retraction? who made that call? why'd they say she's on leave? is she even alive at all? the static at the end lasted three seconds flat I timed it — every broadcast, three seconds, just like that something in that frequency I can't explain I think whatever signal they sent already hit my brain Nah... nah I'm good. I'm good. I just... you ever look at somebody you known your whole life and just... wonder? ... stay with us.
