BOTH ALIVE

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Intro

Box on the table since the mail came Tuesday. I keep the count. I don't open it easy.

Verse 1

Lauderhill morning, asphalt still steaming from four, 'Nita got a lab letter she too scared to tear. Whole block holding something, a court date, a callback, a knock. They teach the jits a riddle with a cat in a crate, both ways true till you look, so we wait. Bus stop on 27th Ave, nobody flip it face-up, Trev still home to me till the judge make his mind up.

Pre-chorus

I could look right now, let it turn to stone, but a closed box mean nobody gotta cry on the phone. So I,

Chorus

Keep it down-low, face-down, both lie, both alive, till I'm in the room I let it stay a lie. I say when it open, both of 'em still breathing, I keep the count long as my hands stay even. I'd rather not know than know wrong, let it wait, both lie, both alive, till you make me lift the tape.

Verse 2

Clerk pushed Trev's date again, said the system backed up, 'Nita copay due 'fore they even hand the lab stub. Rent on the first, the box don't pay, pricing two lives a night. Dryer going at two, fold the same towel twice for discipline. Mama call, I say they good, swallow the dread, Palmetto, Miramar, the Turnpike, can't get it out my head.

Pre-chorus

I could look right now, watch it harden to stone, but a closed box mean nobody gotta cry on the phone. So I,

Chorus

Verse 3

Caught my own face in the black of the screen, whoever look first get to say who I been. I'm a box too, a man who made it and a man face-down in the field. Auntie see a nephew, the county see a file, which one is real depend on who looking. Lizard on the screen door, frozen, playing my same game, so who I am when somebody peek in the frame?

Verse 4

Nah, observer don't collapse who I love, I'm there, I take the punch. They surveil through a feed, freeze us mid-word, 93 on I-95. Can't sentence a maybe, can't cuff a perhaps, present tense till the verdict taps. Double-time: patient as the physics, locked on the benefit, two states and I grip it, nobody pick it but me; minute it open I quit it. Same cat, two doors, they kill him on paper, I lift my own lid. Amen.

Pre-chorus

I could look right now, but I'd rather it wait, let me love both of 'em one more night 'fore I lift the tape. So I,

Chorus

Verse 5

Little cousin, come here, let me give you one thing: you don't pick what's in the box, you pick the wait. When they hand you a closed door, don't run to the worst, say they name, put 'em first. When it's time, be in the room, hear it from a person, not a machine. Lauderhill to Liberty City, this how we hold a soul: both alive, both alive, till the good Lord call the roll. So when it buzz face-down, let it buzz, pour cafecito, don't open 'fore you have to. That's love.

Outro

Box still closed. Both of 'em alive tonight. I keep the count.

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