They're Gone

Street lights flicker, I count the empty chairs  

Still feel the weight like the ghosts in the air  

Used to roll deep, now the crew’s in the wind  

Left me with scars and a bottle of sin  

Mama said pray, but the devil got louder  

Turned my whole circle into ghosts and powder  

I’m talkin’ real pain, not the kind in the booth  

This the type that make grown men bite on the truth  

They ain’t comin’ back, that’s the cold hard fact  

Every name on the wall got a story attached  

I light one up, let the smoke carry names  

Watch it curl in the dark like forgotten flames  

Used to dream bigger than the block could hold  

Now the block just echoes what the past stole  

I’m still standin’, but the silence is loud  

Every win feel empty when the team ain’t around