[Intro – Spoken, deep tone] This is a dedication song to THE QUINNIE FAMILY, GROSS FAMILY, FORD FAMILY, and anyone else related to the creator of this track. Its me Ra-Mone Jimmie Quinnie's First Born Son.... Yeah…I got a question for us ALL through music... Why we only see each other when the casket close? Why the tears loud but the phones stay silent? Blood don’t call itself… [Hook – Emotional Choir Tone] Why you only show up when somebody gone? Why we gotta cry just to feel that bond? Why you ain’t calling your blood no more? What’s the reason? What’s the excuse for? Kids growing up, they don’t even know— Cousins by name but strangers in soul… Egos high but the love stay low, Blood don’t call itself… pick up the phone. [Verse 1 – Storytelling Flow] I remember summer cookouts, laughter in the yard, Momma in the kitchen, uncles playing cards. Now it’s tension in the air like nobody breath, Silent treatment over pride we don’t even need. What we mad for? Nobody even know, Old stories twisted from decades ago. He said, she said, now we all apart, Whole family tree with a broken heart. And the kids? They watching how we move, Learning disconnection like it’s something to prove. They cousins but they never had a sleepover night, Never shared secrets, never had a bond tight. We robbing them of memories we once had, Laughing in the yard with the same blood we mad at. And it ain’t fair — that’s the truth no spin, They paying for beef they ain’t never been in. [Hook] Why you only show up when somebody gone? Why we gotta cry just to feel that bond? Why you ain’t calling your blood no more? What’s the reason? What’s the excuse for? Kids growing up, they don’t even know— Cousins by name but strangers in soul… Egos high but the love stay low, Blood don’t call itself… pick up the phone. [Verse 2 – Gritty, Emotional Build] Funeral programs shouldn’t be reunion plans, Hugging through tears, saying “we gotta do better” again. But better never comes, just another year passed, Another birthday missed, another chance gone fast. You waiting on who? Who supposed to call first? Pride so loud but the silence worse. We say “family first” but we acting last, Letting stubborn moments turn permanent past. What example we setting for sons and daughters? Teaching them distance instead of honor. Teaching them grudges instead of grace, Teaching them blood don’t deserve first place. And the crazy part? Life too short to stall, One day that phone won’t ring at all. Then regret gon’ echo through your chest, “Why I ain’t call when I had that breath?” [Bridge – Spoken + Soft Choir] There is no excuse for family. No ego big enough. No silence strong enough. Call your blood. Fix it before the flowers come. [Final Hook – Bigger Choir + Ad-libs] Why we only link when somebody gone? (why?) Why pain the only thing bring us home? (why?) Why you ain’t calling your blood no more? What’s the reason? There ain’t no excuse for it. Kids deserve to know their own— Same last name, same backbone… Break that pride, let that love flow— Blood don’t call itself… pick up the phone.
