Mmh... The night don’t lie. The quiet ones cut deeper. Same table, same bread, same roof Same jokes in the room, same prayers, same truth Watched the eyes shift slow, calculated and cool Smiled in my face while they tightened the tool My name in they mouth when I wasn’t around My plate on they mind when they studied my route Ain’t even the opps — they was already close Close enough to know where the weak part broke Familiar hands, familiar voice Familiar silence when I needed noise They ain’t come from the block with a mask and chrome They came from inside, from the heart of the home Ain’t the opps I fear — it’s the hands I used to trust Bullets miss, but bloodline cuts Strangers talk, but family cuts deeper The block got cold, but home got colder It wasn’t the opps. It was my own. Same blood. Same knife. Same home. The deepest cuts wore familiar faces. I feared my house more than the street outside. Started catchin’ patterns I was too blind to read The timing too perfect — they knew what I need Knew how I move, how I think, how I bend That’s why the knife slid clean when it came from a friend I gave access, time, trust, space They gave me a lesson with a smile on they face Everybody wanna eat when the table look full Then you learn who was starving and just playing it cool Closest ones got the blueprint of your mind That’s why the sharpest pain always come from behind They knew every door, every code, every scar That’s what make betrayal hit harder than war It wasn’t the opps. It was my own. Same blood. Same knife. Same home. The deepest cuts wore familiar faces. I feared my house more than the street outside. I don’t even blame them anymore. That’s the part that scares me. When you stop being angry... and just become careful. You learn to count chairs at the table. You learn to read rooms before you enter. You learn that the people who hurt you the most didn’t break in. They had a key. And I was the one who handed it to them. It wasn’t the opps. It was my own. Same blood. Same knife. Same home. The deepest cuts wore familiar faces. I feared my house more than the street outside. Still do.
