9 2 5 In The E R
Author: Lotus


Sirens fill the air waves
civilians grab the phones
punch in the numbers 9-1-1 but receive no dial tone
the lines are busy
ambulances are full
shot up torsos and knocked in skulls
bodies layed out accross the tables
beds are filled with overdoses and disables
but people dont realise in the ER this is daily
starts off slow then night crime makes it crazy
and you can feel the vibes directing energy through the building
as soon as the autopsy reveals it's a killing
but there's no sign of emotion
it's part of the job
hold back those tears
and tell the victims mom and pops
just tell-um congratulations you outlived your son
I tried to save him
but he lost about a gallon of blood
this career never gets easier and that's the truth
dont believe me
suit up and walk into that surgery room


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scurrd ( -- Saturday, August 27 2005, 12:19 am

daaaamn homie

Damn white crow pretty deep gettin better everyday homie
Name:                                           Remember Me

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