Scent of Loud (Remix)

[Verse 1] Another candle flickers out on the corner where we used to play Another name etched in the concrete, washed away by the rain My man Marcus had a dream, wanted to make it out the block Now he's six feet deep 'cause the powder hit him like a shock I seen his eyes roll back, heard his mama's desperate scream The needle left a hollow trail, a poison in the stream They say it's just a choice, but the game don't give a damn You either catch a case or catch a fade, that's the master plan The streetlights hum a funeral song, the asphalt knows the cost Every hustler's just a ghost that hasn't realized he's lost [Chorus] [Chorus] Bodies bodies bodies bodies on top of bodies One got overdose on fetty, one drank himself to death One fucked while the wrong cop while he was resisting arrest Bodies bodies bodies bodies on top of bodies The coroner's van never rests, the morgue is always full the morgue continues to gorge on gorgeous, good and the bad, the walking dead demoralized look in their eyes and just look inside and youll see raw pain stuck feeling fucked living in a constant vicious circle and unable to change [Verse 2] My cousin Tyrell thought he had the magic touch, the golden touch He flipped a brick of powder, but the cut was way too much He took a hit to test the batch, now he's sleeping in the dirt The fentanyl crept in his veins like a silent, deadly flirt I remember his laugh, his swagger, how he moved through the crowd Now his name is just a caution tale whispered out loud His baby girl asks where he's at, we tell her he's on a trip But we know the truth is written in the chalk outline's grip The block is a battlefield with no medals, no parades Just the echo of the gunshots and the debts that never fade [Chorus] [Chorus] Bodies bodies bodies bodies on top of bodies One got overdose on fetty, one drank himself to death One fucked while the wrong cop while he was resisting arrest Bodies bodies bodies bodies on top of bodies The coroner's van never rests, the morgue is always full the morgue continues to gorge on gorgeous, good and the bad, the walking dead demoralized look in their eyes and just look inside and youll see raw pain stuck feeling fucked living in a constant vicious circle and unable to change [Verse 3] I seen the cycle spin like a record on repeat The same story told in different voices, different streets Little D got a Glock for his birthday, thought he was untouchable Now he's in a cage or in a grave, the outcome is too predictable The fentanyl is a ghost that walks through every door It don't care about your hustle, it don't care about your score I watched my homeboy Jay pour a fifth of Hennessy down his throat Trying to drown the pain of all the bodies he had to gloat Now he's in a box beside the rest, a liver shot to hell The bottle was his bullet, and the silence is the bell [Bridge] And I'm standing on the corner where the ghosts all congregate I see the faces of the fallen, I feel the weight of fate The system feeds on our despair, the dealers just the pawns We're all just walking tombstones with the sun still in our dawns But I gotta break the chain, gotta find another way Before my name becomes another body on display [Chorus] Bodies bodies bodies bodies on top of bodies One got overdose on fetty, one drank himself to death One fucked while the wrong cop while he was resisting arrest Bodies bodies bodies bodies on top of bodies The coroner's van never rests, the morgue is always full the morgue continues to gorge on gorgeous, good and the bad, the walking dead demoralized look in their eyes and just look inside and youll see raw pain stuck feeling fucked living in a constant vicious circle and unable to change [Outro] Bodies on top of bodies, stacking like a deck of cards Every fallen soldier leaves a scar upon the boulevard The fentanyl don't discriminate, the streets don't give a damn We're all just casualties in this unforgiving plan Bodies on top of bodies, I'm counting them in my sleep The only way to stop the count is to change what we reap So I'm writing this eulogy in every bar I spit Hoping one day these streets will learn to live with it