Trap&Blues - CROWS - (Original Mix)🥃

🎧 WELCOME TO TRAP E BLUES Music created with the help of our friend IA, but produced, remastered, and written by me. ... LYRIC: Verse I He was there the morning after Calabrese went under Sitting on the lintel like a verdict wrapped in thunder Black as something older than the nomenclature of night Eyes like two obsidian conclusions set in flight I've seen him on the rooftop when the meetings ran past midnight Seen him on the wire when the morning swallowed dim light Never flinches — never calls — just catalogues the living Like a monk who took a vow inside a church of unforgiving My grandmother said ravens don't arrive — they're summoned By the weight of things undone, by blood that's left unnumbered I laughed at her back then — I had the arrogance of twenty Now I set a plate of bread beside the window — more than plenty Hook The bird that keeps the count Don't sing — he accumulates Every name I ever crossed He holds behind those gates Of ink and ancient knowing Of a ledger with no seam The bird that keeps the count Shows up inside my dream Not as threat — as mirror Dressed in everything I've done The raven is my reckoning Walking under every sun Verse II They say he's just a bird — that's what the uninitiated say The ones who haven't lived inside the consequence of gray Between the right and wrong of it — that vast ecclesiastic middle Where the men like me conduct our lives inside the riddle I watched him eat the bread I left without a moment's hesitation Like he'd earned it — like it was the tithe of my narration Payment for the witnessing — for every door he haunted For the way he holds his silence on the things that left me daunted He was on the church the day we buried old man Ferrara Perched above the mourners like a permanent tiara Watching who was weeping and who wore their grief as costume Reading the assembly with that cold and perfect acumen Hook The bird that keeps the count Don't sing — he accumulates Every name I ever crossed He holds behind those gates Of ink and ancient knowing Of a ledger with no seam The bird that keeps the count Shows up inside my dream Not as threat — as mirror Dressed in everything I've done The raven is my reckoning Walking under every sun Verse III I tried to run from him once — took the train to Thessaloniki Changed my coat, changed my name, ordered coffee like a rookie Third morning on the terrace — there he was on the balustrade Head tilted at the angle of a debt that won't be paid I laughed — what else was left — I poured him half my espresso Said alright — you win — I'll stop pretending I can recess this Some things follow not because they hunt you out of malice But because you carry them like water carries chalice He is not my enemy — he is my most durable companion The one who knew me when I was still building every canyon Between myself and consequence — and watched me cross them all Never once flew off — just repositioned after every fall Bridge There's a story in the old books — before the saints rewrote the margin That the raven carried light once — that the darkness was his bargain Traded luminance for something no bright creature could have carried The unvarnished weight of witnessing — the truth that can't be married To the comfortable version that the living tell each other He took the dark so someone had to hold it — be its author And I think of that some nights when he sits still on the sill Wonder if we made the same exchange — and if we're paying still Outro October on the window… bread beside the frame… He looks at me… I look at him… We don't assign the blame… Two old things that understand… the weight of what they've seen… The raven and the man who built… the life… that lived… between… what was right… and what was necessary… and never… told the difference… #TRAP&BLUES #trap #blues #trapblues #darktrap #gangsterrap #mafiamusic #bluestrap #darkmusic #mafiavibes #beats #producer #instrumental #urbanblues #gangster #underground #nightvibes #moodybeats #cinematicmusic #trapbeats #typebeat