quiet in duval

​[Intro] ​(Spoken) Yeah. Look. Check the timestamp, open up the ledger. ​When the pressure rises, see who holds under the measure. ​Duval under the microscope. ​Turn the lights down. Listen close. ​They tracking everything in the 904. ​ ​[Verse 1] ​Paperwork circulating, state attorneys validating ​Every statement that you stated while the squad was anticipating ​Loyalty inside the soil, now it’s rapidly evaporating ​Paragraphs and depositions got the neighborhood debating. ​You was sitting in the box, sweating through your cotton socks ​Trading secrets for a clock, trying to unlock the locks ​On a cell they promised you, now the state is harming you ​With the same indictment that your own vocabulary pointed to. ​See the cadence of a coward is a quiet conversation ​In a room with no recording but a typed dictation ​Left a paper trail longer than the St. Johns River ​Got your day-ones looking at you with a cold-blooded shiver. ​From the Westside to the North, man, the narrative is shifting ​When the grand jury sits and the evidence is sifting ​You were supposed to be the anchor but your anchor started drifting ​Now you’re singing to the choir like a Sunday morning lifting. ​Federal informants getting caught up in the matrix ​Swapping out their brothers for a structural abatement ​Documentation heavy, got the city feeling anxious ​Reading through the lines of your official state arraignment. ​Subpoenas on the counter where the dollar bills were stacking ​Now the structural foundation of the brotherhood is cracking ​No protection from the shadow when the honor code is lacking ​All the consequences loading and the history is tracking. ​[Chorus] ​They talk too much in Duval, writing down the blueprint ​Leaving vocal audio inside a federal room print ​Code of silence broken, now the sentences are heavy ​While you're drowning in the ink because you breached the levee. ​Yeah, the ink is unholy, the fabric is tearing ​Look at all the badges that you legally are wearing ​No weapons needed when the pen is what you’re bearing ​In the 904, ain’t nobody sharing. ​Watch the paper trail winding through the city streets ​Echoes of the treason underneath the heavy beats ​No redemption for the names on the state's sheets ​Duval county cold when the solidarity retreats. ​[Verse 2] ​Microphones hidden in the dashboard, standard operations ​You surrendered information during simple traffic stations ​Now you’re living in a paradox, a walking contradiction ​Trying to tell the community your statement was a fiction. ​But the signature is valid and the notary attested ​To the definitions of the individuals arrested ​Every secret that we nested, you completely divested ​For a lighter stipulation that was easily digested. ​Now you’re looking at the ceiling, feeling total isolation ​Realizing street allegiance has a rapid expiration ​When the prosecutor offers you a minor mitigation ​You became the star witness for the state's administration. ​No honor in the courtroom, no backing from the block ​Just a lonely silhouette ticking with the courtroom clock ​Left your legacy in tatters on the courthouse steps ​While the city counts the casualties of whispered breaths. ​Now the state attorney’s smiling at the visual confession ​Audio fidelity recording the depression ​Every syllable you uttered is a structural concession ​Leaving generation legacies a permanent obsession. ​Out in Out East, down to formal combinations ​Whispers in the darkness causing heavy palpitations ​Broke the code of ethics for a selfish preservation ​Now you're locked inside the cycle of your own damnation. ​[Chorus] — 12 Bars (1:55 - 2:14) ​They talk too much in Duval, writing down the blueprint ​Leaving vocal audio inside a federal room print ​Yeah, the ink is unholy, the fabric is tearing ​Look at all the badges that you legally are wearing ​No weapons needed when the pen is what you’re bearing ​In the 904, ain’t nobody sharing. ​Watch the paper trail winding through the city streets ​Echoes of the treason underneath the heavy beats ​No redemption for the names on the state's sheets ​Duval county cold when the solidarity retreats. ​ ​(Spoken) Yeah. 100 bars on the dot. ​The typewriter don't lie. ​Once it's in black and white, the shadow follows you forever. ​Duval remembers what the records show. ​No running from the text. ​94ghost$. ​