86th

When I wake at home it's in a blanket wove with violence

My fingers they run through a rust-corroded fence

Then I see my friend and we bullshit while we wander

Right around the bend in the town while the sun lays down to rest

And then my friend's names cried out there's shots and brainwaves, they disappear

But will they ever disappear?

Oh, revenge

Through an old school door there's a classroom and it's full of echoes

And a family rule: you gotta silence all the noise

Yea, I know this girl who knows a girl who knows his brother

She says he tends to hang on the corner of 86th

So I call my mom to find out when her shift's gonna end

It's my cousin's bike, the guns stashed beneath the boardwalk

and I'm riding through the only streets I've ever known

and on 85th I've got the handle in my sweater

and on 86th, the shot that never seems to end

and it's one more pavement stain and another brainwave it disappears

But will they ever disappear?

Oh, revenge