[Intro: 116 BPM; original six-note synth-bass riff repeats twice; punchy electronic breakbeat; clean blues guitar answers; filtered Rhodes chords; eight seconds] [Verse 1: robotic male mid-tenor rap; crisp consonants; tight rhythmic couplets; guitar answers every four lines] Camera by the station, camera by the store, New one facing sideways at my building’s door. Sign says, “For your safety.” Fine, I get the pitch, But who gets all the pictures? Who can flip that switch? Woman on the third floor got robbed outside last May, Says, “If they catch who did it, let them film all day.” I ain’t gonna tell her she should set that fear aside, But who can check the record when the screen says I’m identified? [Hook: low robotic chant; clipped phrases; bass riff stays prominent] Face match, red light, Who gets to say that screen is right? Keep me safe, check the claim, Don’t let a number take my name. Face match, logged in, Where does watching me begin? Who can search, who can save? Who decides how I behave? [Turnaround: six-note bass riff twice; bent guitar thirds; filtered chord loop widens] [Verse 2: bright robotic tenor rap; sharper delivery; dry backbeat] They showed me someone’s picture, said, “That looks like you.” Same beard, different jacket, different haircut too. I said, “Check the timestamp. I was waiting for a train.” They said, “We’ll get it sorted.” I said, “Check it once again.” Ticket in my pocket, purchase on my phone, Why was I explaining where I’d been alone? They finally let me leave there, said, “You’re free to go.” I asked who’d clear the entry. Nobody seemed to know. [Hook: rounded talkbox voice; guitar answers each couplet] Face match, red light, Who gets to say that screen is right? Keep me safe, check the claim, Don’t let a number take my name. Face match, logged in, Where does watching me begin? Who can search, who can save? Who decides how I behave? [Instrumental: eight bars; blues guitar and Rhodes trade two-bar variations of bass riff; breakbeat stays steady; no unrelated solo melody] [Verse 3: mid-tenor robotic rap; more space; sparse guitar replies] Went down to the meeting, found a folding chair, Woman from the third floor was already sitting there. She said, “They found his jacket. Still haven’t found the guy.” I said, “I want him caught too. I won’t tell you a lie.” She said, “You want the cameras gone?” I said, “I want to know Who can see the footage, where the copies go.” She said, “I want my street back.” I said, “I want that too.” Then turned toward the table: “Who reviews what these things do?” [Breakdown: kick drops; bass pulse
