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(Intro)
The world went black that night, and it ain't been right since. Every corner I turn, I expect to see your fucked-up grin, hear your laugh. But all I get is the echo of rumors, screamin' in my head. Was it the addiction, that goddamn beast you wrestled every day, that finally dragged you under? Or did some jealous snake, some two-bit piece of shit, decide it was your time? I'm lost in this haze of "what if" and "who done it," and I can't breathe until I know the truth.

(Verse 1)
The phone rang, screamin' silent, ripped my world apart. / Said you were gone, just like that, a shattered, broken heart. / But the tears won't fall, not yet, 'cause confusion's got me bound. / Was it the white lines you chased, buried six feet underground? / Or did some coward's bullet find its mark, true and grim? / The streets are talkin' secrets, whispered on the whim / Of shadows and junkies, and I don't know what to believe. / My mind's a battleground, where memories interweave / With doubt and rage, a suffocating, heavy shroud. / Did you choose the exit, or were you pushed from the crowd?

(Chorus)
Was it the white death or a goddamn red stain?
Tell me, homie, cut through this endless rain.
Did you chase that dragon, or did they hunt you down?
Lost in this silence, in this fucked-up town.
Was it the sickness, or did they murder you?
The truth's a ghost, and I'm chasing shadows, too.

(Verse 2)
They said it was peaceful, a quiet, lonely fade,
But peaceful ain't a word I'd use for the life you made.
Was it the slow decay, the sickness in your veins,
That finally claimed you, through all the fear and pains?
Or was it a message sent, a warning to the rest?
A bullet for your silence, a brutal, final test?
I'm caught between the narratives, the lies and ugly truths,
Every face I see, I question, from our wild, misguided youths.
Was it the habit, or did they paint the walls with red?
'Cause I can't find no closure, with these thoughts inside my head.

(Chorus)
Was it the white death or a goddamn red stain?
Tell me, homie, cut through this endless rain.
Did you chase that dragon, or did they hunt you down?
Lost in this silence, in this fucked-up town.
Was it the sickness, or did they murder you?
The truth's a ghost, and I'm chasing shadows, too.

(Verse 3)
Every cop car siren, makes my blood run cold and fast,
Thinking maybe they know something, a secret built to last.
Did they sweep it under, another junkie off the street?
Or is there an open file, a killer's bitter feat?
Was it the endless craving, the sickness in your soul?
Or a debt unpaid, taking its final, bloody toll?
I see your momma cryin', her eyes just hollow pits,
And I can't look her in the face, not with these goddamn fits
Of rage and doubt, this poisoned, bitter brew.
Was it the habit, or did they really murder you?

(Chorus)

(Verse 4)
The nights are long and empty, just the whiskey and the doubt,
Trying to drown the questions, but they always scream and shout.
Was it the slow poison, the habit you couldn't break?
Or some twisted payback, a life they chose to take?
My hands are shaking, homie, reaching for a phantom truth,
'Cause the official story feels like a goddamn abuse
To your memory, to everything we knew.
Did you succumb to the addiction, or did they murder you?
I need to know whose blood is on their hands, not just the stain of the drug.

(Outro)
The sirens fade, the chalk outline's gone, but the emptiness just screams. I'm stuck in this loop, man, replaying every whispered rumor, every hidden truth. There ain't no peace in this silence, only the echo of your absence and this fucked-up doubt. Did you fall to the needle, or did they put you in the ground? Was it the habit... or a hit?

(Chorus)


Did They Murder You Homie

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