Intro
Same fence, different year, same rust on the wire
I still know the sound it makes before it bites
Verse
Twelve years old, Denton Street, chain-link caught my arm
Ran from Twitchy's dog through the yard behind the barn
Split it clean above the wrist, mama poured the peroxide
Said keep your sleeves down, boy, till the summer decide
I kept that scar like a zipper, pink against the brown
Forgot about the fence till the fence came back around
Twenty-four years old, same block, same iron teeth
Pulled my cousin Miles through the gap up underneath
Same spot on my arm split open, wider this time
Blood on the same line like the skin remembers rhyme
Miles was running from something older than that dog
Older than the debt, older than the fog
I didn't ask questions, just grabbed and I pulled
Felt the sting come back like the wound was full
Two decades apart, same fence, same red seam
The block don't forget you, it just changes the scene
Hook
Scars in the same spot twice
Same skin, same price
Block keep testing the seam
Where I already bled once, I bleed
Verse
Miles is nineteen now, got the same crooked jaw
Same walk his daddy had before the county called the law
I taught him the shortcut through the lot behind the church
Told him mind the fence, boy, that thing will make you search
For skin you didn't know you'd miss until it's torn
Told him about my arm, the night that dog was born
Into a myth on the block, how the fence got its name
How everybody's got one spot that catches the same
Flame of trouble twice, like the street's got a memory
Filed under scars, cross-referenced by family
I watched him climb it clean, no rust, no delay
Watched the wound skip him like a debt he didn't pay
Maybe that's the difference, maybe that's the trade
One generation bleeds so the next one gets made
Different, safer, still careful where they stand
Still checking the same fence with a steadier hand
Hook
Scars in the same spot twice
Same skin, same price
Block keep testing the seam
Where I already bled once, I bleed
Bridge
Doctor asked me once why it never healed right
I said some cuts stay open to keep the porch light
On for whoever's still running through that yard
Said the mark ain't the wound, boy, the mark is the guard
Standing where the fence stood before it came down
The city took the lot but I still hear the sound
Outro
Same spot, same skin, still standing on the seam
Whatever comes back looking, it already knows me
