HUMID

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Intro

Ninety-eight degrees and it ain't even noon yet God if you listening, I'm still in this room yet

Verse 1

FPL notice taped on the screen door, pink Mama on a double at Jackson over a cafeteria sink Palmetto bugs doing laps on the ceiling in the glow I'm twenty-two on a mattress with no box spring, though Interview at Checkers on Sunrise, twelve dollars and change Wore my cousin's button-down, sweating at the bus stop, same Pawned the PlayStation in March, paid the water by May Six-fifty rent in Lauderhill, still a month behind today

Pre-chorus

I know how this story go Seen the ending before the credits even roll Every jit I grew up with dead, locked, or on probation Or doing county data entry, that's the other option

Chorus

Humid out here, can't breathe Everything sticky, you can't leave The summer never end in the 954 And the heat don't care what you been praying for Humid out here, can't breathe Humid, humid

Verse 2

Nah, the trap wasn't money, it was the first time I felt real Fourteen, somebody put me on, and that was the deal Mama working three to eleven, she couldn't see it coming I'm in the Swap Shop lot with two hundred, thinking I'm stunning Bought my sister something off a flea market table with a tarp First time I felt like I could fix something broken in my heart Now that two hundred cost me three years, ankle monitor right Random testing twice a week, reporting every other Tuesday night

Chorus

Humid out here, can't breathe Everything sticky, you can't leave The summer never end in the 954 And the heat don't care what you been praying for Humid, humid

Verse 3

Used to be Haitian families on every block in Little Haiti Now it's a sixty-dollar brunch on a chalkboard, ain't that crazy They sold the school and built a coffee shop, call it progress That's displacement with a marketing budget, nothing more or less Overtown got cut when they dropped the highway through Ask your grandfather what stood there before I-95 moved you My cousin Darius doing eight behind a handgun charge Same week a hedge fund bought six blocks in Opa-locka, large

Bridge

My boy Trevell was twenty-four. Found him off 27th Avenue, behind a Winn-Dixie. Had a daughter. Named her Miracle. She three. His mama still got his work shirt on the hook by the door. Like he coming back from a night shift. I don't know what to do with that.

Verse 4

The vigil was a Tuesday, dollar store candles on the asphalt Everybody said it was sad, nobody ever built a crosswalk Third strike law running since I was a shorty, by design FPL cut power east side, hurricane season starting on time Section 8 closed, fourteen thousand on the Broward waiting list Politicians ribbon-cutting condos none of us will ever get to exist

Verse 5

So what you do when the city price you out your city You board up like hurricane season coming, that's it Tape the windows, fill the bathtub, pray the walls hold through Trevell deserved a future, not a mural, that's the truth My mama deserved a pension, not a double shift she can't handle I'm still here, Lauderdale, Overtown, Opa-locka, still here, nah

Chorus

Humid out here, can't breathe Everything sticky, you can't leave The summer never end in the 954 And the heat don't care what you been praying for Humid— Hard stop

Outro

Still here. Still here.

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