Sirens lyrics

[Verse 1: Thre]
It's Chicago, goofy gatos spook me
I'm repping 'til heaven comes or [Stefanados?] sue me
Y'all know truly, I don't want your bravo groupie
Unless you rushing to get knocked out, no Drago movie
Saved not soft, I'm from where they pay cops off
And it wasn't a TV show when I made my boss
They waved God off like they don't want His company near
He's bumped to the rear, I give 'em 'bout a month to a year
They run with they fears while false doctrines comfort they ears
Attaching themselves to anything to bump they career, it's sad
I've seen it all before, they go revolving door
They turning you out to the point you don't involve the Lord
And then you left with a debt you can't at all afford
But Thre just rapping, Thre be capping
But when it's all said and done, we gon' see what happen
Just a couple random bars as I breeze through traffic

[Hook: Eshon Burgundy]
Of course I'm swerving when I'm riding
I feel burdened when I hear sirens
All this cursing and all this violence
Why do we take pride in all this nonsense
Talk to me, Holy Spirit
In my soul I can hear it
Talk to me, make it clear
In my soul no more fear, yeah
[Verse 2: Thre]
I wasn't aware of it, heretic, living embarrassment
I was just cherishing what was perishing
I was dealing with devils then
I would just let 'em in, it was meddling
Though it wasn't settling
I was comfortable peddling
Whatever then, whether weed or the heroin
If I thought you was in need of the medicine
I'm the one you would see to get better then
See, I was intrigued by the cheddar then
Money coming and thought it would never end
Said I was in need of a reverend
'Cause I wasn't shooting Berettas then
But I never seen no benevolence
And y'all know that Thre knew no better than
Wait wait wait wait, gotta mention my squad
NFTRY's that team, glory be to my God
I done seen many things, been many things, beat many odds
Since I been with my King, no, I ain't seen too many probs
Wait wait wait wait, gotta mention my squad
(NFTRY)'s that team, glory be to my God
I done seen many things, been many things, beat many odds
But since I been with my King, no, I ain't seen too many probs

[Hook: Eshon Burgundy]
Of course I'm swerving when I'm riding
I feel burdened when I hear sirens
All this cursing and all this violence
Why do we take pride in all this nonsense
Talk to me, Holy Spirit
In my soul I can hear it
Talk to me, make it clear
In my soul no more fear
Of course I'm swerving when I'm riding
I feel burdened when I hear sirens
All this cursing and all this violence
Why do we take pride in all this nonsense
Talk to me, Holy Spirit
In my soul I can hear it
Talk to me, make it clear
In my soul no more fear, yeah
[Sample]
"We interrupt our program to bring you this important message"

[Verse 3: Thre and Mouthpi3ce]
Gun at my head I'm on my knees crying
No energy, my memories of sirens
Mere men, not tyrants aligned with
Fierce hands that whipped men in riots
Peers ran, a real chance of dying
End up in a can or put in a pan, frying
Holy Spirit, talk to me
This can't be God's will, this is off to me
They got they knees to our neck
It's hard to breathe every breath
I can't believe the way we meeting our death
They upon us to keep the peace and we just keep to ourselves
I think it's time we start policing ourselves
And maybe we'll make it to see the judge
Lives being taken, don't make it to see the love, they making media up
I'm praying we ain't corrupt but it ain't evening up
Is praying even enough, I'm saying we seen enough
And stop using my city's pain to talk about
Black-on-black crime when you don't know what you talking 'bout
There's laborers here and we don't condone that
Been yelling "cease fire" and this is a known fact
Worse, it's pushed, promoted all on wax with little cats
Running 'round with big guns like they own Shaqs
Til they names printed on stone slabs with toe tags
That ain't a sale, dead men tell you no tales
This is realer, pages from an urban novel
They murder Capo, Atlanta, Georgia to Chicago
That type of pain crack your frame like a hard taco
Vicious potholes inside the pot, though, that ain't a pot roast
They whipping, it's crazy how easy they slip the clip in
I'm talking about the media, need it to spark the friction
Instead of what they needing, they seeking to mark positions
Gentrify the mission, don't see it in our condition
Pitching Black Lives Matter, a part of that crooked system
They beating on us, cheating on us, sonny, listen
Those with ears, pray that you'd hear, only some will listen
What is weird, some of 'em Christian, give no attention
That is fierce
Sirens