Say Amari

[Intro] [Spoken] Amari. [Verse 1] Sundown country. Teeth in the trail. I put on a finished man's coat and taught my walk to match the silhouette. Doors go quiet. Roads clear. The hunted say it first. I do not boast. I report. Fear is a tool I ride. Not a feeling I feed. [Pre-Chorus] They spit the name like a prayer they hate. I listen like a cinch getting checked. If the ghost still works, the living still run. [Chorus] Say Amari, don't look for my face The shadow does the work in my place Wanted name, borrowed coat, dead man's stride I keep a fear alive so the work can ride No court, no choir, no clean badge Just dust and a law I had to stitch from scratch Call the dark if you need it done — I answer as him. I leave as none. [Verse 2] Somebody used the name like they knew the first owner. The seam in the coat said wait. I almost answered to a name that is only mine. He was real. Skill. Debt. A standard I am still spending blood on. A true face is how a rider gets buried on this kind of frontier. So the hat goes back on. The list stays open. [Pre-Chorus] They spit the name like a prayer they hate. I listen like a cinch getting checked. The name is getting heavier than the body that carries it. [Chorus] Say Amari, don't look for my face The shadow does the work in my place Wanted name, borrowed coat, dead man's stride I keep a fear alive so the work can ride No court, no choir, no clean badge Just dust and a law I had to stitch from scratch Call the dark if you need it done — I answer as him. I leave as none. [Rap] I put Amari in my mouth so the first name stays unhurt Cowl, coat, wanted poster, dust on the word Fear as a horse I ride, not a fire I keep The hunted, the list, the quiet after the piece West that only respects a ghost after dark Justice with no bench and a mark for a mark Could be the shadow. Could be the man in the chair. I built a badge out of a corpse so the dark would still have rules here. Amari — again. [Breakdown] Heat-haze on the road. Outline goes wrong on purpose. [Chorus] Say Amari, don't look for my face The shadow does the work in my place Wanted name, borrowed coat, dead man's stride I keep a fear alive so the work can ride No court, no choir, no clean badge Just dust and a law I had to stitch from scratch Call the dark if you need it done — I answer as him. I leave as none. [Outro] [Spoken] Amari stays in the air. The other name rides with me.