Trap&Blues - FUNERAL OF THE ENEMIES - (Original Mix)🥃

🎧 WELCOME TO TRAP E BLUES Music created with the help of our friend IA, but produced, remastered, and written by me. ... LYRIC: I wore my finest coat to stand beside your casket Pressed the lapels twice — you deserved that much, I'll grant it Your widow doesn't know me by my name — just by my silhouette The man who stood at graveside with no sorrow and no debt The priest read from the psalms with that rehearsed and hollow cadence Men wept who never loved you — grief performed with practiced patience But I stood still as marble in the third row near the gate Not to mourn — to witness — to confirm the work of fate You were not a small man — I will give you that in full Had a mind like winter water — quiet, deep and visceral pull We spent eleven years dismantling each other's walls Two architects of damage trading reciprocal downfalls Hook I came to watch you leave Not to celebrate — to close The chapter that we wrote in blood The one that nobody knows I came to watch you leave In linen, in the ground The loudest man I ever faced Reduced to… no sound I came to watch you leave With flowers and a bow Because even enemies deserve A dignified tableau Verse II I remember Genoa — November, sleet and diesel You sent three men to find me and I made the message legal Not with lawyers — with the kind of language ports understand The kind that doesn't need a tongue — just an open hand And still you came back harder — that I genuinely respected A lesser man would've folded, would've begged, would've deflected You rebuilt from the rubble with a patience made of flint Carved your name back in the ledger without flinching at the dint We broke bread once — you remember — in that restaurant in Lyon Sat across the white tablecloth like two old tired lions Spoke of territory over wine we both knew wasn't settling Just two men pretending peace while sharpening and nettling Hook I came to watch you leave Not to celebrate — to close The chapter that we wrote in blood The one that nobody knows I came to watch you leave In linen, in the ground The loudest man I ever faced Reduced to… no sound I came to watch you leave With flowers and a bow Because even enemies deserve A dignified tableau Verse III Your son stood at the altar with your jawline and your bearing Same way of holding grief — compressed, contained, not sharing I almost walked to him — some old reflex from the living Some vestigial warmth that war had not quite finished sieving But I stayed inside my row — that boundary still applies Even dead men hold their borders from behind their children's eyes I thought about the years — the intercepts, the counters The sleepless nights I spent dismantling your mounted encounters How you made me sharper — that's the thing they never tell you That your enemies refine you in the ways your allies fail to You were whetstone to my blade — I will carve that on your behalf The finest gift an enemy can give: the better half Bridge The city won't remember you the way that I remember They'll reduce you to a headline — to a verdict — to an ember But I held the full topography of everything you were Every calculated move, every elegant demur You were not my brother — but you were my dark parallel The version of myself that chose a different clientele And standing at your grave I feel the strangest hollow symmetry Like looking in a mirror that reflects only the enemy Outro The priest says ashes… I say architecture… Everything you built… Every fracture… Goes into the ground… With your name… And I walk back to the city… Slightly… less the same… Because the man who made me… sharper… just became… the ground… #TRAP&BLUES #trap #blues #trapblues #darktrap #gangsterrap #mafiamusic #bluestrap #darkmusic #mafiavibes #beats #producer #instrumental #urbanblues #gangster #underground #nightvibes #moodybeats #cinematicmusic #trapbeats #typebeat