Track 15 – Distance
INTRO
If you listen close.
The block tells the truth with its teeth.
VERSE 1
Streetlights sip rain and squint through smoky glass,
while sirens sew their sermons as they pass.
A coffee spoon keeps time like snare on snare,
the barber’s broom baptizes dead-end hair.
The stoop plays judge; the hallway holds its breath,
the ceiling counts the seconds like a debt.
Rent’s due on Tuesday—hope due every day,
we smile like saints and stash the ache away.
Neon on the strip—like bruises learning glow,
sweet on the surface, rust beneath the show.
A kid in lenses large as lunar moons
walks calm—like thunder folded into tunes.
He speaks in soft, but something in him bites,
a quiet spark that practices for nights.
PRE-CHORUS
Not in the bang — in the hush.
Not in the scream — in the hush.
Not in the posts — in the hush.
Not in the “peace” — in the hush.
CHANT
Lead: Kunyema!
Crowd : Ki buhata!
Lead: Kunyema!
Crowd: Ki buhata!
CHORUS
Quiet is a lie — it wears a halo,
quiet is a lie. Grief don’t cry — it growls and don’t let go,
quiet is a lie. Peace ain’t free — it hides where cameras glow, quiet is a lie. This block got rules you feel before you know, quiet is a lie. We buy the hush with peace — then buy peace with hush, quiet is a lie.
Same war, new wardrobe — same wound, new blush,
quiet is a lie.
POST-CHORUS
Lead: Kunyema!
Crowd: Ki buhata!
Lead: Kunyema!
Crowd: Ki buhata!
[VERSE 2
She says “I’m fine” — like wine poured over ash,
he laughs too loud to hide the crack, the crash.
A phone lights up like scripture in the dark,
then dims—like God got tired of being marked.
Thin walls hear everything, then play them dumb,
they learn the art of looking numb as stone.
A door don’t close — it claps like cruel applause,
the kitchen clock just ticks without a cause.
The porch stays still — not safe, just trained to freeze,
like fear in Sunday shoes, polite as please.
The neighbor’s TV jokes at something grim,
and irony sits down and eats with him.
One moment sweet, the next a sudden chill—
love turns to paperwork and unpaid bills.
And in the corner, quiet clears its throat,
like it’s about to sing… then swallows smoke.
BRIDGE
The quiet isn’t calm — it’s camouflage,
a velvet veil that files away the flaws.
We hide our hurt to look like we’re at peace,
then lose our peace the moment we hide—at least.
We fear the noise that names the pain we hide;
we hide the pain that names the noise we fear inside.
CHANT
Lead: Kun—nye—ma!
Crowd: Ki bu—ha—ta!
FINAL CHORUS
Quiet is a lie — whole cities learn to whisper,
quiet is a lie. Whole skies go gray —
like daylight lost its filter, quiet is a lie. Peace plays dead then breathes when you look away.
Truth gets tried — while trouble learns to pray,
quiet is a lie.
We buy the hush with peace — then buy peace with hush,
quiet is a lie.
Same ghosts, new pupils — same bruise, same blush,
quiet is a lie.
Welcome to the hush where the hard survive
where quiet is a lie… and havoc stays alive.
OUTRO
Quiet is a lie… quiet is a lie… Lead (fading): Kunyema… Crowd (fading): Ki buhata…