One Trigger, Two Funerals (Remix)

Lyrics

[Title Announcement]

[distant police siren, subway train rattling overhead, vinyl crackle, low piano notes, chopped soul moan stretched through tape, heartbeat bass underneath]

[Street Announcer — Deep Male Voice]
Ten Commandments: Brooklyn Boom-Bap Trap Edition.

Commandment number six:

“Thou shalt not kill.”

Track six—

“One Trigger, Two Funerals.”

[DJ Scratch]
One trigger—trigger—two funerals!

[Beat Drop]
[grimy Brooklyn boom-bap drums, hard snare cracks, dark piano sample, low cello, deep 808 beneath upright bass, chopped choir cries, sharp turntable cuts]

[Intro — Crew Chant]

[Announcer]
What does pride cost?

[Crew]
Too much!

[Announcer]
Can a bullet come back?

[Crew]
No!

[Announcer]
What do we choose?

[Crew]
Life!

[Verse 1 — Male Rap]
It started with a shoulder in the corner store,
One said, “Watch where you walking,” now they arguing at the door.
Phones came out quick, everybody yelling, “Swing,”
Nobody in the crowd thinking what tomorrow might bring.

One hand touched a waistband, everybody stepped back,
Pride started talking like, “You better answer that.”
His brother grabbed his arm, said, “Bro, let it go,”
But embarrassment was louder than the wisdom he was shown.

One flash, one sound, then the whole block froze,
Young man hit the pavement in his brand-new clothes.
Shooter stood shaking like his soul left too,
Because one trigger pulled two futures straight through.

[Hook — Crew and Chopped Choir]
One trigger, two funerals!
One in the ground, one behind the wall!

One trigger, two funerals!
Two households breaking from one bad call!

Walk away living!
Let that pride fall!
“Thou shalt not kill”—
That command covers all!

[DJ Scratch]
Choose life—life—life over pride!

[Verse 2 — Female Rap]
His mother got the call while the dinner stayed warm,
Ran outside barefoot when the sirens filled the dawn.
Other mother got a knock with detectives at the door,
One son never coming home, one son coming home no more.

One family buying flowers, one family hiring law,
Both staring at old pictures asking what the fighting was for.
The crowd that yelled, “Do something,” disappeared overnight,
They went back to posting while two homes lost their light.

Stop calling murder business like destruction got a brand,
Stop making rage look noble with a weapon in your hand.
Real strength is leaving when your ego wants a show,
Real power is surviving long enough to watch your children grow.

[Hook — Crew and Choir]
One trigger, two funerals!
One in the ground, one behind the wall!

One trigger, two funerals!
Two households breaking from one bad call!

Walk away living!
Let that pride fall!
“Thou shalt not kill”—
That command covers all!

[Breakdown — Street Sermon]
[drums cut, subway rumble fades, low organ chord sustains, distant siren echoes beneath vinyl hiss]

[Announcer]
Exodus chapter twenty, verse thirteen:

[Spoken Choir]
“Thou shalt not kill.”

[Announcer]
Not over a post.

Not over a stare.

Not over a neighborhood.

Not over somebody embarrassing you.

You cannot restore a life
after anger takes it.

Walk away while you still can.

[Verse 3 — Male and Female Trade-Off]

[Male]
They called him scared because he chose to leave.

[Female]
But scared went home while pride made families grieve.

[Male]
They said, “Stand on business.”

[Female]
He stood on wisdom instead.

[Male]
Now he wakes up free—

[Female]
While another man wakes up with the dead.

[Male]
No argument worth burial.

[Female]
No insult worth a cell.

[Male]
No crowd stays beside you—

[Female]
When the judge begins to tell.

[Both]
Let the foolish keep performing.
You do not need their applause.
Choose life before one moment
Turns into permanent loss.

[Final Hook — Full Crew]
One trigger, two funerals!
One family grieving, one family ashamed!

One trigger, two funerals!
Nobody wins when the weapon gets raised!

Put it down now!
Walk from the crowd!
“Thou shalt not kill”—
Say the commandment loud!

[Commandment Chant]

[Announcer]
Can pride bring him back?

[Crew]
No!

[Announcer]
Can the crowd serve your time?

[Crew]
No!

[Announcer]
Is walking away weak?

[Crew]
No!

[All]
Choose life and make it home!

[Outro — DJ Transition]
[boom-bap drums filter down, heartbeat bass slows, siren dissolves into subway brakes, choir sample repeats “choose life” beneath scratching]

[DJ Scratch]
One trigger—two funerals—choose life!

[Announcer]
Commandment number six:

Thou shalt not kill.

Track six complete.

Coming next—

Commandment number seven:

“Delete That Thread.”