Some Fight the Notice

Name: Some Fight the Notice
Duration: 375 s
Description: Some Fight the Notice by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “Some fight the notice, some already gone Some chains on the gate, some taillights on Some sitting on…”

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Intro

The paper hit the wood at the same time on every door Tape still sticky from the morning dew, ink still wet from the printer I stood on the steps watching the block do what the block do Four different storms starting from the same cloud

Verse 1

101 got the notice first, the corner store on six second right after Miss Shirley already at the gate with her clipboard and her megaphone voice cracking on the first word Young dude two doors down got the trunk open, bags already in the back seat, taillights glowing in the humidity The single mom on the second floor just sitting on the steps, notice in her lap, cigarette burning down to the filter The one who work for the new people already in the office, smiling too hard, offering to help clear units The rain started light, just enough to make the ink on the paper run a little down the wood But the notice don't care about the weather or which mask you wear when it come for the roof you knew But the ones who been here longest know the paper don't come alone, it bring the memory of every promise they broke before this one

Chorus

Some fight the notice, some already gone Some chains on the gate, some taillights on Some sitting on the steps 'til the light gone Some fight the notice, some already gone

Verse 2

The weight hit different when you see the taillights disappear into the rain on the Palmetto Miss Shirley's megaphone voice getting tired, the feedback echoing off the concrete like it know it's losing The single mom still on the steps, the cigarette gone, the notice still in her lap, the kids inside asking what we eating tonight The one who work for the new people came back with a new badge and a new smile, saying they got room for one more if he help move the others out The little brother asked me what we doing, and for the first time I ain't have the answer in my mouth The weight ain't the paper, it's watching which mask your people put on when the sheriff tape start ripping

Chorus

Some fight the notice, some already gone Some chains on the gate, some taillights on Some sitting on the steps 'til the light gone Some fight the notice, some already gone

Verse 3

I saw my own face in all four of them, and none of them looked like the me I swore I was when the last notice came The times I wanted to run like the young dude with the bags already packed The times I wanted to smile and play nice like the one with the new badge The times I sat like the single mom, the notice in my lap, the cigarette burning, the body not moving even when the mind screaming The times I wanted to chain the gate like Miss Shirley even when I knew the city got more tape than we got chains The mirror don't lie when the paper hit the wood, it show you every version of you that you been hiding from

Verse 4

The real enemy ain't the developers or the new sign on the fence in Overtown The real enemy is the part of you that wants to fawn because fighting feel like losing twice The part that wants to freeze because moving mean admitting the roof was never really yours The part that wants to flight because staying mean watching everything you knew get painted over The part that wants to fight even when the fight is just a way to feel like you still got something left The notice don't care which one you pick, it only care that you pick one and live with it

Chorus

Some fight the notice, some already gone Some chains on the gate, some taillights on Some sitting on the steps 'til the light gone Some fight the notice, some already gone

Verse 5

Little brother, when the paper come for you, don't let any one response own you You can fight smart, chain the gate but also call the news and the lawyers You can flight with your head up, take what you can and build somewhere else without looking back You can freeze for a minute, sit on the steps, let the cigarette burn, but only long enough to plan the next move You can fawn if it get you in the room, but never sell the block to keep your own key The lesson ain't which one is right, the lesson is the paper don't get to name you

Outro

The tape is still on the wood The rain is still running the ink The block is still choosing But the ones who remember will tell the story of how we moved when the paper came

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