Sirenz in da Distance
Sirenz in da Distance
There they go again
sirenz in da distance
Az I sit At Eden Park
Watching mi children from da park bench
Who is hurting now
Waz someone shot
Iz of kourse my first toughtz
How many were hurt?
Were they Black or White?
Waz it racially motivated?
Or waz it a conflict amongst 'Friendz'
Waz one of theze friendz really an enemy
Sticking by jes to envy
Da lyfestle hiz boi haz kuz
He waz a hometown celebrity
Yes alwayz givin back to hiz people
Threw street parties every few monthz
Gave back to charity and started a community centah
All from hiz hard work and dedication
To hiz ingenious creationz
Yeah see he waz a designer
Made clothing for hiz ethnic class
Reprezenting da Red Black and Green
Kente patterns and even hieroglyphics
African ancestry at da seam
Each piece of attire made one feel Royal
Respect necessary upon being seen
It was just an idea back in High School
8 years ago
Now 'Stay True' haz gone Global
Yet he's remained in da hood
Took a few classes for his business etiquette
To make sure he made all da right movez
Successful
Strong mam raised him
with no paternal assistance
He married hiz day one Niani
Met hiz wife in 2nd grade
Two of a kind
Inseparable
Had da same dreamz wanted to do big thingz
Make a difference for their Black Heritage
Inspired da youth
Supported each other and truly enjoyed
Being together
She iz a teacher educating young myndz
about their history
opening their eyez to nu horizonz
And teaching them how to write
Creatively
They were the epitome of TRUE LOVE
I think of them and smile
Both 26 and da whole world at their feet
Az they raised a newborn Princess
And a two year old King
But see hiz friend was a hot-boi
Didn't play by da rulez
Lived in a totally different lyfestle
Raised by hiz Grandma, who passed last year
But hiz wealth
Kame from slanging dope
Or hustling vulnerable women
To sell their soulz
Only to give their blood money to him
He been shooting Krapz at the casino lately
And playing a bit of Roulette
But he hazn't had da Midas touch
Matter of fact he waz hoping to come up tonite
And now he in debt
So he makez a scene
Man come on that was boguz
The Hawks won that fair and square
Da refs waz cheating
Didn't kal no foulz
Thiz game waz rigged
But hiz friend ain't tyna hear em
He tells his boi to get a drink
A lot of others made da same bet
Lost da same way he did
Told hiz boi to enjoy da festvitiez
Gon head and chill
Party is ending
Dude still making noize
Klaiming if he don't get hiz money back
There'll be a problem
They try to kalm him down
But he just won't Shut Up
So hiz boi asked him to leave
Kuz he iz kiling da vybez
But he ain't on it kuz
He is Super High
Took a few doses of his own prescription
Got him feeling like the man
But remember he didn't win
So he got even louder
I want Mi Phukin Money
And ain't nobody leavin
Til I get what I want
Now the set is quiet
Til hiz Boi sayz 'Okay, kalm down!'
Kuz dude haz pulled out the Gat
Yo bruh, I got what you want let me jes go get it
Az he turnz hiz back to head toward da kitchen
To grab the lock box that he had put the money in
An attendee from da right side of da room chargez da friend
He fallz to da ground
Triggers activated
one shot fired
Off centered
Wildly flying
Da metal filled wit death
makez itz way to hiz boi
Man down!
Skreamz fill da air
Many are krying
Dude pistol whipz da attendee and
then again pullz da tigger
See what you done made me do now
Why you try to be a hero
Damn Damn Damn
Hiz boi breathing slightly
Hiz wife runz to hiz side
He whisperz to her he lovez her
Az he closez hiz eyez
'Naw not mi boi not thiz...'
Dude waz lost in adrenaline
Hiz brain clouded and throbbing
Though he pozed as a tough guy
He ain't EVA killed nobody
He dropped to da floor
Az the rest of da folk ran to safety
He sobbed, 'I'm sorry...'
And hiz tearz fell like pouring rain
Az he raized da pistol
To hiz head and
Released his third and final cock
They have arrived at da scene
Three dead by gunshotz
Senseless lossez
Police tape surround the home
Where just an hour ago
There waz so much lyfe
Mam
We're ready to go
And I get up from that park bench
We head home
Planning to return tomorrow
To hear da sirenz in da distance
Theze are da thoughts in mi head
From da conditioning of diz Earth
and da kurrent mindset
Of thoze who live amongst us
Driven by many emotionz
From experiences in diz DAZE
Sirenz in da distance
What do you think of when you hear them
There they go again
sirenz in da distance
Az I sit At Eden Park
Watching mi children from da park bench
Who is hurting now
Waz someone shot
Iz of kourse my first toughtz
How many were hurt?
Were they Black or White?
Waz it racially motivated?
Or waz it a conflict amongst 'Friendz'
Waz one of theze friendz really an enemy
Sticking by jes to envy
Da lyfestle hiz boi haz kuz
He waz a hometown celebrity
Yes alwayz givin back to hiz people
Threw street parties every few monthz
Gave back to charity and started a community centah
All from hiz hard work and dedication
To hiz ingenious creationz
Yeah see he waz a designer
Made clothing for hiz ethnic class
Reprezenting da Red Black and Green
Kente patterns and even hieroglyphics
African ancestry at da seam
Each piece of attire made one feel Royal
Respect necessary upon being seen
It was just an idea back in High School
8 years ago
Now 'Stay True' haz gone Global
Yet he's remained in da hood
Took a few classes for his business etiquette
To make sure he made all da right movez
Successful
Strong mam raised him
with no paternal assistance
He married hiz day one Niani
Met hiz wife in 2nd grade
Two of a kind
Inseparable
Had da same dreamz wanted to do big thingz
Make a difference for their Black Heritage
Inspired da youth
Supported each other and truly enjoyed
Being together
She iz a teacher educating young myndz
about their history
opening their eyez to nu horizonz
And teaching them how to write
Creatively
They were the epitome of TRUE LOVE
I think of them and smile
Both 26 and da whole world at their feet
Az they raised a newborn Princess
And a two year old King
But see hiz friend was a hot-boi
Didn't play by da rulez
Lived in a totally different lyfestle
Raised by hiz Grandma, who passed last year
But hiz wealth
Kame from slanging dope
Or hustling vulnerable women
To sell their soulz
Only to give their blood money to him
He been shooting Krapz at the casino lately
And playing a bit of Roulette
But he hazn't had da Midas touch
Matter of fact he waz hoping to come up tonite
And now he in debt
So he makez a scene
Man come on that was boguz
The Hawks won that fair and square
Da refs waz cheating
Didn't kal no foulz
Thiz game waz rigged
But hiz friend ain't tyna hear em
He tells his boi to get a drink
A lot of others made da same bet
Lost da same way he did
Told hiz boi to enjoy da festvitiez
Gon head and chill
Party is ending
Dude still making noize
Klaiming if he don't get hiz money back
There'll be a problem
They try to kalm him down
But he just won't Shut Up
So hiz boi asked him to leave
Kuz he iz kiling da vybez
But he ain't on it kuz
He is Super High
Took a few doses of his own prescription
Got him feeling like the man
But remember he didn't win
So he got even louder
I want Mi Phukin Money
And ain't nobody leavin
Til I get what I want
Now the set is quiet
Til hiz Boi sayz 'Okay, kalm down!'
Kuz dude haz pulled out the Gat
Yo bruh, I got what you want let me jes go get it
Az he turnz hiz back to head toward da kitchen
To grab the lock box that he had put the money in
An attendee from da right side of da room chargez da friend
He fallz to da ground
Triggers activated
one shot fired
Off centered
Wildly flying
Da metal filled wit death
makez itz way to hiz boi
Man down!
Skreamz fill da air
Many are krying
Dude pistol whipz da attendee and
then again pullz da tigger
See what you done made me do now
Why you try to be a hero
Damn Damn Damn
Hiz boi breathing slightly
Hiz wife runz to hiz side
He whisperz to her he lovez her
Az he closez hiz eyez
'Naw not mi boi not thiz...'
Dude waz lost in adrenaline
Hiz brain clouded and throbbing
Though he pozed as a tough guy
He ain't EVA killed nobody
He dropped to da floor
Az the rest of da folk ran to safety
He sobbed, 'I'm sorry...'
And hiz tearz fell like pouring rain
Az he raized da pistol
To hiz head and
Released his third and final cock
They have arrived at da scene
Three dead by gunshotz
Senseless lossez
Police tape surround the home
Where just an hour ago
There waz so much lyfe
Mam
We're ready to go
And I get up from that park bench
We head home
Planning to return tomorrow
To hear da sirenz in da distance
Theze are da thoughts in mi head
From da conditioning of diz Earth
and da kurrent mindset
Of thoze who live amongst us
Driven by many emotionz
From experiences in diz DAZE
Sirenz in da distance
What do you think of when you hear them
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Schillinger, Amber Nicolle Miles
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