Verse 1 Kensington ain’t dying — it’s being left for dead. Politicians drive past fast, counting votes instead. Cameras come for headlines, then disappear by dawn, but the bodies on the sidewalk are here long after they’re gone. Chorus How many lives must break before somebody shakes this town awake? How many names get lost in the rain before we say their pain has a name? Kensington… you’re a truth they refuse to see. This isn’t chaos — it’s a country failing publicly. Verse 2 They call it “crime,” they call it “choice,” but never listen to a single voice. Addiction ain’t a moral flaw, it’s a wound nobody treated — they built a system with no mercy, then blamed the people they defeated. Chorus How many lives must break before somebody shakes this town awake? How many names get lost in the rain before we say their pain has a name? Kensington… you’re a truth they refuse to see. This isn’t chaos — it’s a country failing publicly. Bridge Don’t talk to me about “clean streets” till you’ve walked through broken dreams. Don’t preach “recovery” when you cut the funding at the seams. If justice had a backbone, it would stand right here in the cold — but justice sold its coat for a headline made of gold. Final Chorus How many lives must break before somebody shakes this town awake? How many ghosts walk past your door before you can’t ignore them anymore? Kensington… you’re not the problem — you’re the proof. And the truth is screaming louder than the ones who turned from you.
