(Vinyl
crackle,
faint
piano
loop,
distant
siren)
Yeah.
Some
things
you
carry
in
silence.
Nine
of
us.
Still
trying
to
find
the
rhythm.
It’
s
heavy,
man.
I’
m
Teron
D’
Real,
the
third
in
the
line
The
first
son,
trying
to
hold
it
all
together
in
time
Estelle
and
Pearl,
you
never
heard
the
words
I
spoke
Felt
the
gap
widening,
like
a
heart
that
slowly
broke
I
tried
to
mirror
Ma’
s
kindness,
the
way
she
paved
the
road
Generosity
in
my
hands,
while
I’
m
bearing
this
heavy
load
But
being
the
bridge
often
means
getting
walked
upon
Wondering
where
the
warmth
went
since
the
folks
are
gone
Oh,
we’
re
nine
branches
from
the
same
hollow
tree
Lost
in
the
static,
struggling
to
finally
be
free
From
the
memories
that
haunt
and
the
distance
we
keep
While
the
wounds
of
the
past
run
far
too
deep
Yeah,
we’
re
nine
souls,
searching
for
a
common
shore
Before
the
silence
takes
a
little
bit
more
Fred,
Byk,
Junior,
y’
all
facing
the
hard
steel
Life
throwing
hooks
that
you’
re
forced
to
feel
Seiyefa’
s
got
his
own
walls,
his
own
family
to
feed
We
all
got
our
gardens,
we
all
got
our
own
seed
Anita’
s
moving
solo,
raising
two
in
the
cold
Watching
her
strength,
watching
that
story
unfold
And
Beverly,
my
sister,
you’
re
the
one
who
keeps
the
beat
Still
chasing
the
boom
bap,
keeping
us
all
on
our
feet
Oh,
we’
re
nine
branches
from
the
same
hollow
tree
Lost
in
the
static,
struggling
to
finally
be
free
From
the
memories
that
haunt
and
the
distance
we
keep
While
the
wounds
of
the
past
run
far
too
deep
Yeah,
we’
re
nine
souls,
searching
for
a
common
shore
Before
the
silence
takes
a
little
bit
more
Lost
both
parents,
now
the
foundation
feels
thin
Trying
to
figure
out
where
the
healing
should
begin
Do
we
talk
it
out?
Do
we
let
the
resentment
fade?
Or
are
we
just
living
in
the
mess
that
we
made?
I
still
hold
the
love,
even
when
I’
m
taken
for
granted
Even
when
the
seeds
of
bitterness
have
been
planted
It’
s
time
to
look
back,
not
with
anger
but
grace
See
the
reflection
of
our
mother
in
every
face
Estelle,
Pearl,
can
we
mend
what
was
torn?
Before
another
winter
leaves
us
all
feeling
worn
I’
m
the
first
son,
I’
m
steady,
I’
m
keeping
the
watch
Trying
to
clean
the
stains,
trying
to
heal
the
notch
We’
re
nine,
we’
re
blood,
we’
re
a
legacy
grand
Maybe
one
day
we’
ll
finally
understand
Oh,
we’
re
nine
branches
from
the
same
hollow
tree
Lost
in
the
static,
struggling
to
finally
be
free
From
the
memories
that
haunt
and
the
distance
we
keep
While
the
wounds
of
the
past
run
far
too
deep
Yeah,
we’
re
nine
souls,
searching
for
a
common
shore
Before
the
silence
takes
a
little
bit
more
Yeah.
It’
s
for
the
nine.
Keep
it
real,
keep
it
close.
For
the
ones
we
lost.
Unity...
that’
s
the
goal.
Teron
D’
Real
out. (
Beat
fades
into
vinyl
crackle)