letra de sixth shift - kxllinme
[verse 1]
sixth shift. lights fl!cker like they holdin’ their breath
register hums like it know what comes next
kid walked in. hood tight. twitchin’
eyes like he’d seen too much and slept through the ending
rico in the back — routine as h-ll
sprite in his grip, talkin’ like he can’t tell
“long night?” he asks. i nod slow
meanwhile, kid huggin’ the wall like the air too cold
he ain’t reach for nothin’ — not yet — but i seen the bulge
tucked near his belt, chrome sleepin’ under impulse
rico ain’t flinch. i ain’t move
but somethin’ in the room said, “this ain’t a store no more, fool.”
door cl!cks. lock jams. wind gone still
aisle six lookin’ longer, like the store got ill
fridge hums louder, like it’s tryin’ to warn me
and the mirror up top? that b-tch stopped recordin’
—
[hook]
this sh-t ain’t about a store no more…
oh, this sh-t ain’t about a store no more…
no combos, no discounts, no keys in the drawer —
just breathin’ and bleedin’ and judgment at the core
this sh-t ain’t about a store no more…
oh, this sh-t ain’t about a store no more…
you hear that hum? that ain’t power — it’s war
and aisle six don’t blink when the blood hits the floor
[verse 2]
kid speaks. finally. voice like a cracked cassette
says, “i used to live next to you… you just forget?”
i blink slow. “nah. i remember the shoes
you used to walk like the world already gave you the news.”
he laughs, bitter. “you watched me rot
i stole from your store and you ain’t say squat
thought you was better — but you just numb
whole block pretendin’ pain’s a product to run.”
rico steps forward. calm as death
“put it down,” he says, “or say it with your chest.”
kid flinches. grips the handle like fate
i seen k!llers move. this ain’t that gait
he ain’t built for murder — but somethin’s inside
not hatred. not rage. just nowhere to hide
rico don’t blink. just stares through him hollow
like he’s lookin’ at a version of himself he ain’t follow
[spoken interlude]
what happens when you raise ghosts by accident?
when you ignore ’em so long they learn to beg with guns?
this ain’t a robbery
this is a f-ckin’ séance
—
[verse 3]
kid’s hands shake. gun up. but aimless
sweat on his lip like guilt contagious
he don’t want cash — he want absolution
and rico? rico want retribution
he says nothin’. just walks
no fear, no pause, just steps like clocks
takes the gun from the kid like takin’ a toy
“not even loaded,” he mutters. “just noise.”
then turns to me. tosses it down
“you decide, cash. you hear the sound?”
drawer slides open like a throat uncut
bills inside — but they don’t mean much
kid collapses. knees to tile
like the weight of bein’ seen broke his file
rico lights a square. sits by the chip rack
“world’s full of k!llers who never come back.”
[outro]
i bagged the silence. closed the store
no cops. no help. just trauma in four
the hum returned. the lights stayed dead
and rico whispered with smoke in his head:
“idk man… i seen mf fold when it’s time
like you can’t be a b-tch
that’s the problem with your generation —
you want life given to you…
n0body gave a f-ck when i vanished, cash
but you? they’d paint murals.”
i ain’t respond. just locked the till
mopped the floor where regret don’t spill
kid gone silent. rico just stared
me? i just breathed like i wasn’t there
this sh-t ain’t about a store no more…
it never was
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