Kensington Requiem

((TITLE: Boom Boom – "Kensington Requiem")) ((Genre: Gritty Boom Bap x Soul Sample)) ((Vibe: A raw elegy for a neighborhood abandoned but never silent.)) [INTRO] [VERSE 1] “They built these bricks for the sweat of our palms, Now the smokestacks cough rust, the paychecks gone. Empty mills whisper ‘bout the American lie, Grandpop’s union card, framed in a goodbye. Playgrounds swapped for syringe confetti, Kensington Ave’s where the dreams turn petty. Mama’s tears mix with the rain on the stoop, While the coroner’s van plays its weekly loop. We was kings of the looms, now we kings of the nods, Pavement pharmacies, God forgot this block. White picket? Nah, chain-link ‘n’ trauma, They shipped the jobs out, left us Opioid’s karma.” [CHORUS] Boom Boom “This ain’t the Fall of Rome, it’s the Fall of Home, Where the church bells duel with the cornerstone moans. Kensington’s cryin’, but the world’s on mute, We’re the ghosts in the city’s looted suit.” [VERSE 2] “Seen Robbie’s blood stain the hopscotch squares, Sean’s laugh echo where the junkies stare. They called it ‘progress’, bullshit gentrify, While the slumlords feast and the schools stay dry. We ain’t just stats in a politician’s speech, We’re the missed birthdays, the hands they won’t reach. Prevention Point angels with naloxone wings, But the reaper’s still scribblin’ in our kid’s swing. They paved the El tracks over our graves, Frankford Arsenal’s shadow, what it gave? A warzone of Xanax ‘n’ vacant eyes, While Fishtown sips lattes, we build shrines in the skies.” [BRIDGE] “The murals scream louder than the news van’s lie, NKCDC tries, but the hope’s crucified. We’re the stubborn dandelions in the cracked cement, Bleedin’ roots where the city won’t repent.” [OUTRO] Boom Boom “So let the steam whistle wail our hymn, Kensington’s heart, they can’t delete the rhythm. Boom Boom, the echo where the streets combust, We ain’t your pity, we’re the unbroken dust.” [END TRACK]