sirens
Little Brother Lyrics


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[piano for 22 seconds before static breaks in]

Are we back on? Let's go
(One, two, three, four!)
Yo, yo, back in it, back in it

"The one thing that, the black audience realized, is when the tower fell
There were some changes. There was a change in societies, where where
All of a sudden they went from being, somewhat of the people still having a say
To now it's, whatever the masses do. So there's not even really a choice
That a black audience is being given."

[Rapper Big Pooh]
They talk about us, not usin' the word nigga
I wanna speak about a couple issues much bigger
Like most black folks live below the poverty line
And they wonder why the fuck! we attracted to crime
Got niggaz shootin' niggaz at the drop of a dime
Babies in the street die way before they time
Many single parent mothers packin welfare lines
And niggaz bein' donors, the apocalypse is on us
Niggaz take owners, that's all I ever asked
And got pegged as a hater, man they tryin'' to take niggaz
Out with the fader, started with three
Down to two-six later, back independent
Cause to kids I wouldn't cater
Go against the system you in bed with Al'Qaeda
Dog they not playin'
Look here, they goin' to war with more than rap
This our muh'fuckin' lives now it's time to fight back

[Chorus: Carlitta Durand]
They're coming closer for you
They're gonna get you while you sleep, watch out!
Don't sleep, beware
They're coming closer for you
And they won't stop 'til you delete, watch out!
Don't sleep, beware

[Phonte]
Yes sir, one time, uhh, uhh, yo
I came back from NY, a nigga lost his deal
Felt sick to the stomach, almost lost his meal
Lost friends from way back, and on top of all that
They tryin to blame this rap shit for all of our ills
Like I can stick you up with a mic
Like I can rape you with a verse or use a verb as a knife
Like before Kool Herc, everything was alright
Like y'all wasn't callin' black women hoes before' "Rappers Delight"
Sheeeit! That's just idiot talk, this whole shit is a farce
I refuse to be hip-hop's pallbearer
Had to tell me son cut that bullshit off
Them ain't videos nigga, that's psychological warfare
Too many different variations of the same face
Designed to keep yo' broke ass in the same place
Somethin' else more yo it got's to be for
I'm a end transmission cause they watchin' me
I know they watchin' me

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Yeah, do not attempt to adjust your station
There is nothing wrong, for we have takin over
Come to give y'all the truth
Phonte, Big Pooh, Illmind on the beat
It's time to wake 'em the fuck up yo
Yeah!





[Chorus: as background music fades out]

Overall Meaning

The song Sirens by Little Brother featuring Carlitta Durand is a song about the systemic issues plaguing black communities in America. The lyrics touch upon issues such as poverty, violence, and the negative portrayal of black people in the media. The song starts off with a sample about the societal changes that occurred after the 9/11 terrorist attacks, indicating that these issues have been ongoing and intertwined with larger national events.


Rapper Big Pooh begins his verse by addressing the power of language and how it can be used to distract from larger issues. He then goes on to address poverty and violence in black communities, questioning why these issues persist and why they are not being addressed. He concludes his verse by calling for ownership and resistance against systemic oppression.


Phonte's verse is a response to the negative portrayal and blame placed on hip hop and black culture. He argues that these issues existed before hip hop and criticizes the media for perpetuating harmful stereotypes. He highlights the need for something new and different to address these issues and calls for people to wake up and resist.


Overall, the song presents a call to action for black communities to resist the systemic issues that they face and to question and challenge the harmful narratives that are perpetuated about them.


Line by Line Meaning

They talk about us, not usin' the word nigga
People criticize us for using the word 'nigga'


I wanna speak about a couple issues much bigger
I want to address much more important issues


Like most black folks live below the poverty line
The majority of black people are living in poverty


And they wonder why the fuck! we attracted to crime
And they wonder why we are drawn to criminal activities


Got niggaz shootin' niggaz at the drop of a dime
People are willing to kill each other without hesitation


Babies in the street die way before they time
Children are dying prematurely on the streets


Many single parent mothers packin welfare lines
Many single mothers rely on welfare assistance


And niggaz bein' donors, the apocalypse is on us
And men are acting recklessly, leading to the end of the world


They're coming closer for you
Danger is approaching


They're gonna get you while you sleep, watch out!
They will harm you when you least expect it


Don't sleep, beware
Stay alert and cautious


Yes sir, one time, uhh, uhh, yo
I want to talk about something important


I came back from NY, a nigga lost his deal
I returned from New York after losing my record deal


Felt sick to the stomach, almost lost his meal
I was devastated and almost lost everything


They tryin to blame this rap shit for all of our ills
They are trying to blame rap music for all of our problems


Like I can stick you up with a mic
Like I can rob you with a microphone


Like I can rape you with a verse or use a verb as a knife
Like I can sexually assault you with lyrics or use words as a weapon


Like before Kool Herc, everything was alright
Like everything was perfect before Kool Herc's time


That's just idiot talk, this whole shit is a farce
That's nonsense, the whole situation is ridiculous


I refuse to be hip-hop's pallbearer
I refuse to be one of the reasons hip-hop fails


Them ain't videos nigga, that's psychological warfare
Those are not just videos, they are using them to manipulate us mentally


Too many different variations of the same face
Too many people pretending to be the same thing


Designed to keep yo' broke ass in the same place
Designed to keep you poor and stuck in the same situation


Somethin' else more yo it got's to be for
There has to be something more meaningful than this


It's time to wake 'em the fuck up yo
It's time to make people aware of what's really going on




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JOHN PAUL JONES, MARK TAYLOR, NELL BRYDEN, PATRICK MASCALL

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