They Don't Knock

Name: They Don't Knock
Duration: 225 s
Description: They Don't Knock by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “They don't knock, they just ride Through the 305 where the rain don't lie They don't ask, they just…”

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They Don't Knock lyrics

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Intro

305 rain on the Palmetto, the night holds its breath Corner store door creaks but no one steps out yet One shadow on the block, no footsteps, no sound The riders move quiet when the city slows down

Verse 1

Young one from the block had a plan to escape the heat Talked about the west coast, had a ticket and a date with peace Now the porch light flickers on an empty plastic chair by the door No knock on the window, just the rain tapping on the floor Mama counts the coins for the light bill due at the end of the month Fridge light hums louder than the food it barely holds in its clutch Kids split a bag of chips from the corner store line at 2 AM Hunger moves silent, it don't need a sign or a diagram The block keeps spinning, buses splash the flooded street Another name gets added where the yellow tape meets the concrete Silence after the shot is the loudest thing the block can hear Leaves the living asking questions with no answers near or clear

Chorus

They don't knock, they just ride Through the 305 where the rain don't lie They don't ask, they just decide Who stays on the block and who the block denies They don't knock, they just ride In the quiet after the last shot fired They don't speak, they just multiply Four forces moving while the city sleeps tired

Verse 2

Beef flares on the block like a match in the wind One side versus the other, no one wins in the end Shots ring out from the apartments, then the silence returns War don't negotiate, it just burns Then the fiend on the corner with the sunken in eyes Sells pieces of escape in the dead of the night The poison moves from hand to hand without a sound Pestilence creeps steady, it don't need to be loud The block sees it all but the eyes stay low Another cycle spinning where the strong don't grow

Bridge

One for the silence when the body hits the ground One for the empty when the pantry can't be found One for the fire when the beef turns the strip loud One for the poison that the block can't outrun now They move as one force, they don't need a name They ride through the 954, they ride through the flame

Outro

They don't knock... They just ride... Look They don't knock, they just ride. Through the 305 where the rain don't lie. They don't ask, they just decide. Who stays on the block and who the block denies. They don't knock, they just ride. In the quiet after the last shot fired. They don't speak, they just multiply. Four forces moving while the city sleeps tired. BLOCK 2 - STYLE

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