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KC

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R&B/Soul

KC was released on March 20, 2026 by D.A.S. Entertainment Inc. as a part of the album KC

Song Details

AlbumKC

Release DateMarch 20, 2026

LabelD.A.S. Entertainment Inc.

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM91

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Blaq

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kevin Sansberry

Kevin Sansberry

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Kevin Sansberry

Kevin Sansberry

Producer

Lyrics

Spoken Intro

Man…

Kansas City raised me.

These blocks taught lessons no classroom ever could.

From down north to out south, danger didn’t need a reason.

You didn’t have to be bangin’ to catch one.

This one right here…

This KC.

Verse 1

I grew up where the streetlights never meant safety,

Beef popped quicker than they cooked chicken at KFC.

Shootouts at the car wash on 57th and Troost,

Tryna wash my ride while them bullets ran loose.

Went to school with Jon Jon, cool dude,

Ran the North and Central, whole corridor knew.

Heard of Big Mike running the south side lanes,

Didn’t know he was family, bloodline in the veins.

Down north to out south, KC was a war zone,

No armed forces, but they was armed like war zones.

Ain’t need no flag just to end up target practice,

KC nights stayed cold, pure madness.

Crack hit first, then Sherm had ’em tweakin’,

Whole hood sideways like the sidewalks uneven.

Homies told me, “Blaq, this life not for you,

Let your hoop dreams take you straight through.”

Verse 2

My potna Myron got killed, that cut deep,

Then Terry and Steve got dropped, I ain’t slept in weeks.

Homies dying left and right like the city kept score,

Every night them sirens sang a death encore.

Swope Park fun in the day, but deadly at night,

Good vibes turn quick, wrong place, wrong time.

KC didn’t care if you hustler, baller, or thief,

One wrong move and you caught in the beef.

A homie got dropped for jackin’ cars,

Crazy thing is he was talented, could’ve made it far.

Another thought Blaq was messing with his girl,

Didn’t know the streets already took his world.

Foul females setting up dudes for a fee,

Street life ain’t loyalty, it’s survival, you see.

Too many locked, too many gone, too many tears,

KC raised warriors fighting trauma for years.

Verse 3

Homies told me straight,

“This street life not for you, Blaq, you the one who gon’ escape.”

“Let hoop dreams take you further than these blocks will.”

Truth is they was right, these streets kill.

Basketball was my passport outta danger,

KC loved me but treated young kings like strangers.

Crime in every city, yeah that might be true,

But Kansas City, man, KC felt personal too.

From the Avenue to the Penn, the terror felt the same,

Kids tryna be grown before they knew the game.

Saw too many locked, too many dropped, too many cried,

I knew if I stayed I might’ve never survived.

But still, this was home,

Every scar, every name carved deep in the stone.

KC shaped the man, KC sharpened the blade,

KC gave me stories that never fade.

Spoken Outro

Yeah…

I survived it, but it still live in me.

Every block, every night, every name I can’t forget.

This city broke hearts,

Built warriors,

Buried kings,

And somehow still made me.

KC forever.

Blaq out.

Written by: Kevin Sansberry

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