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Sirens

from Lower Times by Eugene Tombs

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lyrics

Yeah, Sirens
Aye

Living life on the safe end of a siren
The opposite side of violence, where life’s taking a child
I’m feeling like it just ain’t right to sleep tight
Brush it off, close my eyes, forgetting what’s outside
But in the morning I wake up to find
The same thing going on, just at a different time
It makes it hard to find a light to shine
When darkness falls upon my city every single night
It makes me think about the mother that just lost her son
Mixed up in something stupid, pupil’s disputing with handguns
Or the mother to be that he be leaving behind
Never meant for this to happen but we can’t hit rewind
Now I think about the child she’ll be raising alone
But there’s still beauty to be found from a broken home
Let it be known I copped the microphone
To spit hope from the dome even though the sirens roam

Yeah, yeah
I’m from the city where the sirens never sleep, they never sleep
I’m from the city where the sirens never seem to sleep, nah

Still the city pretty like a painted picture
A beautiful mixture of young brothers and sisters
Just trying to fix earth but going in fists first
I wanna make it better so I’ll spit til my lips hurt
Most times I’m reminiscing over better days
When skies weren’t grey and there really wasn’t too much pain
But after all maybe there was but my vision was fuzzed
Now I’m using my senses to keep me from being senseless
Although I feel like ignorance is catching up
Can’t go a day without a siren or someone being nosy as what
It’s seems too often people wanna know what’s up
While somebody could be dying in the back of the truck
It’s messed up, and now I’m plagued by the likeness of death
With each step I know I’m coming closer to my last breath
Against the grain, not the same, I don’t do it for bread
I suppress the sirens that profess that my city’s a mess

Yeah, yeah
I’m from the city where the sirens never sleep, they never sleep
I’m from the city where the sirens never seem to sleep, nah

Yeah, yeah
(Woah)
I’m from the city where the sirens never sleep, they never sleep
(Woah)
I’m from the city where the sirens never seem to sleep, nah

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from Lower Times, released April 12, 2019

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Eugene Tombs is a rapper, producer, audio engineer and songwriter from Northern IN.

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