Sirenz in da Distance

'WRRRREEEEEEER WRRRRRRREEEEEEER WRREEEER'

There they go again, sirenz in da distance

Az I sit At Eden Park

Watching mi children play from da park bench

'Wrreer Wrreeer Wreeeeer'

Who is hurting now?

Waz someone shot?

Are of kourse my first thoughtz...

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 to envy,

Da lyfestyle hiz boi had kuz,

Takhi was a hometown celebrity

Yes, he alwayz gave to hiz people

Threw street partiez 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

In da kool linen and silken fabrikz

It was just an idea in High School, 8 years back,

Now 'Stay True' haz gone 'Global'

Yet he remained in da hood,

Took a few classes for hiz business etiquette

To make sure he made all da right movez..

Successful,

Strong Mom Raised him with no paternal assistance

He's Married to his day one, Niani

Ride or die ready for whatever, Queen

Met her 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 leaderz

about their history

And opening their myndz,

to creative writing.

Da 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.

Now,

Hiz friend was a hot-boi

Bandu didn't play by da rulez,

Lived a totally different lyfestyle.

Raised by hiz Grandma, who passed last year...(R.I.P)

Built hiz wealth, came 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,

Now he in debt.

So he makez a scene...

'Wrreer Wrreer Wreer Wreeer'

'Man come on...that was boguz!

The Hawks won that fair and square

Da refs waz cheating

Didn't kall no foulz..

Thiz game waz rigged!'

But Takhi ain't tryna hear em.

He tells Bandu to get a drink,

A lot of others made da same bet

Lost da same way he did,

Told hiz boi to enjoy da festivitiez

'Gon head and chill...'

'Wreer Wreer Wreer Wreer'

Party is ending,

Bandu still making noize...

Klaiming if he don't get hiz money back,

'Therez gon be a problem...'

Folk try to kalm old dude down

But he just Won't Shut Up...

So Takhi asked him to leave,

Kuz he iz killing da vybez...

But Bandu ain't on it kuz,

He is Super High!

See he took a few dosez of his own prescription,

And they got him feeling like 'The Man'

But remember he didn't win...

So he got even louder, to FEEL big...

Wreer Wreer Wreer Wreer

'I want Mi Phukin Money!

And ain't nobody leavin

Til I get what I want!'

Now the set is quiet...

Til Takhi sayz, 'Okay, kalm down!'

Kuz Bandu haz pulled out the Gat...

'Wreer Wreer Wreer Wreer'

'Yo bruh, I got you let me jes go get it...' Takhi tellz him

'Wreer Wreer Wreer Wreer'

Az he turnz hiz back to head to da kitchen,

To grab the lock box he had put the bet money in...

An attendee from da right side of da room chargez toward Bandu,

He fallz to da ground...

Trigger activated, one shot fired

POW

Off centered...

Wildly flying...

Da metal filled with death makez itz way to Takhi...

Man down!

Skreamz fill da air

Many are krying

' Wreer Wreer Wreer Wreer'

Dude pistol whipz da attendee and

then again pullz da trigger...

POW

The attendee is down...

'See what you done made me do...' sayz Bandu

'Why you try to be a hero...

Damn Damn Damn...'

Takhi breathing slightly,

Hiz wife runz to hiz side.

He whisperz to her, 'I love you...'

Az he closes hiz eyez...

'Naw not mi boi, not thiz...' yellz Bandu.

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...

POW

Wreer Wreer Wreer Wreer Wreeerrrr

The authorities and EMS have arrived at da scene

Three dead by gunshotz...

Senseless lossez.

Police tape now surroundz the home

Where just a few hourz ago,

There waz so much lyfe...

'Wreer Wreer Wreer Wreer'

'Mam...Mam...Mam

We're ready to go....'

And I get up off that park bench,

Head home with mi children, and

Plan to return again tomorrow

To watch them play in the park

And hear sirenz in da distance...

wreer wreer wreer wreer wreeerrrr

Theze are da thoughtz in mi head,

From da conditioning of diz Earth

and da kurrent mindset

Of thoze who live amongst us...

Driven by many emotionz,

From dealing with various experiences

in diz DAZE.

Sirenz in da distance...

What do you think of when you hear em?

'Wreer Wreer Wreer Wreer'