

Intro
Fulton Ave don't forgive, but it remembers your name
Corner store sign flickers same way it did before the fame
Fourteen years old, tasted copper for the first time there
Learned that silence got a flavor when you bite it and don't share
Verse
Nosebleed on the curb, June heat, gnats on the light pole
Marcus swung first, I swung back, split him down his eyebrow
Tasted pennies in my mouth, spit red into the grate
Held my ground till Pop Ray came and told us both to wait
He didn't ask who started it, just looked us dead in the eye
Said the block keeps score longer than the ones who testify
Walked home with my shirt torn, denim jacket hid the stain
Told my mother I got jumped, watched her jaw clench down on pain
She didn't cry, just cleaned the cut, said scars don't make the man
It's what you carry after, what you choose to understand
Next week Marcus dap me up outside the barbershop door
Both of us older now, tasting something we ain't taste before
Copper fades to iron, iron fades to just a story
Told at cookouts, laughed about, dressed up like it's glory
But I remember biting down, choosing not to swing again
That silence cost me something Fulton never gave me back
Chorus
Copper taste on Fulton Ave, that's how you learn to walk away
Spit it out before it stains the only pride you got to save
Copper taste on Fulton Ave, teeth clenched, temper on a leash
Some scars don't show, they just live quiet underneath your teeth
Verse
Sixteen now, same corner, different kind of heat applied
Dice game got loud, a nine came out, everybody scattered wide
I froze up half a second, tasted metal on my tongue
Not from a fist this time, just fear doing what fear does to young
Watched a man I used to trust turn into someone I don't know
Watched loyalty get tested by a debt he couldn't owe
I didn't run, I didn't stay, just backed up toward the light
Called it wisdom after, but it tasted like the same old fight
That copper taste ain't leave me, followed me to twenty-one
Sat with me at funerals, sat with me when work was done
It's the flavor of restraint, of biting back a thousand times
Of choosing quiet over chaos when the chaos rhymes with mine
Fulton got a rhythm made of almosts and near-misses
Made of boys who learned to swallow instead of throwing fists
Some called it soft, I called it staying breathing till the morning
Copper taste still on my tongue, still there, still warning
Chorus
Copper taste on Fulton Ave, that's how you learn to walk away
Spit it out before it stains the only pride you got to save
Copper taste on Fulton Ave, teeth clenched, temper on a leash
Some scars don't show, they just live quiet underneath your teeth
Bridge
I asked Pop Ray, years later, why he never picked a side
He said the block don't need more winners, it needs men who survived
Said every taste of copper is a lesson wearing red
Teaches you the difference between living and being dead
That stuck with me longer than the swelling ever did
Trap · Dark · 88 BPM · 2:29 — Hip-Hop (trap), confident, menacing swagger, modern trap hi-hats, 808 sub-bass, rattling trap hi-hats, moody synth pad, sparse piano stabs, F minor, aggressive rapid-fire rap with gritty ad-libs
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