Think of this as a story about two kids from different postcodes, caught in a cycle of "on-sight" beef they didn't even start. It’s about being trapped in a group chat war that ends up leaking into real life. Two rival crews, same town, same pride, Both of them trapped on a different side. A "legacy" beef, no one remembers the start, Just kids catching heat for playing a part. Then I saw you at this party, through the smoke and the bass, And suddenly everything fell out of place. I didn't care about your colors or the friends you were with, The idea we’re enemies? It felt like a myth. I’m standing in your garden, dodging the CCTV, Hoping your brother isn't looking for me. You’re leaning out the window, looking down at the street, Saying, "Why does a postcode make us compete?" If you were a different name, we’d be perfectly fine, But we’re caught in a war, crossing a line. So we got married in secret, just a ring and a vow, Thinking, "We’ll figure the rest out somehow." But the streets don't care about your "private life," The tension is thick, you could cut it with a knife. A confrontation happens, someone loses their head, And before I can blink, my best friend is dead. I reacted in the moment, I let the red take control, Now I’m a "wanted man" with a hole in my soul. One bad afternoon, and the bridge is all burned, A lesson in violence that we never should’ve learned. The plan was a text that didn't go through, A fake-out, a lie, just to get back to you. You took a drink to make your heart skip a beat, So your family would think you were dead in the heat. But I got the wrong news, I saw you lay there so cold, The worst kind of story that’s ever been told. I didn't wait for the glitch, I didn't wait for the wake, I took the final pill for a massive mistake. Then you opened your eyes and you saw me on the floor, The guy you’d done everything—and nothing—for. You didn't want to live in a world that was grey, So you followed me out, there was no other way. Now the parents are standing at the end of the road, Looking at the wreckage of the hate they sowed. They finally deleted the beef and the pride, But it cost them the two kids they had on their side.
