Nothing is Safe
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Everyone safe and sound, this how family do
The group feels secure and close to each other, like a family.

Only homies around, everyone here is crew
The group only trusts their close friends, everyone else is an outsider.

Something foul in the air, something feeling askew
There is a sense of unease, like something bad is about to happen.

Wind is in the pipes, it's that whistle calling for you, don't holler, it's cool
The sound of the wind makes them feel like they are being called to something, but they try to remain calm.

Windows boarded and sealed, doors are bolted and locked
They are taking extreme measures to protect themselves from an outside threat.

Product cooking on pace, weaponry fully stocked
They are producing something illegal and are armed to defend themselves against any potential intruders.

Bodies sleeping in shifts, other bodies keep watch
They are taking turns resting and watching for any danger.

Bullets are for anybody caught running up in the spot
They will shoot anyone who tries to enter their territory without permission.

Da-pop-da-pop, drop, the lights are dropped low, something shot from the trees
Gunshots are fired and they turn off the lights to hide from the attacker who came from the woods.

Went straight through the front door, homie dropped to his knees
The attacker shot their friend as soon as they entered the building.

Blood seeping from his neck, as he struggle to breathe
Their friend is badly injured and may not survive.

Wooden floor is stained wet, gets soft the more that he bleeds, he leaves, believe
Their friend's blood is soaking into the floor and he dies from his injuries.

Didn't know what summoned what was coming
They were unaware of the cause of the attack.

But it creeping on a come up, now it's right up in your face
The attackers were slowly approaching and now they are suddenly face-to-face with them.

Face it, let it resonate up in your bone a minute when you shiver
They need to accept the danger they are in and let their fear sink in.

Make a sliver big enough for it to have a space
They need to make room for the fear and let it motivate them to take action.

Ripped life slipping away, maybe you can make it out with just a little bit of grace
They may be able to survive if they are lucky but must accept that their lives are in danger.

But it truly doesn't give a fuck about the fear you feeling
The attacker does not care about their fear or well-being.

It is here to make you understand that nothing is safe
The aim of the attack is to make them realize that they are never truly safe or invincible.

Death is coming for you, but you already knew that
They have always known that death is an inevitable part of life, but they did not expect it to come so suddenly or violently.

Thought the clique up brought you some safety up in this pack
They believed that their group would keep them safe, but they were wrong.

But that didn't add up, back up, stand up, strike a pose
They need to reevaluate their situation and prepare to defend themselves.

With your gat up, that's what they like, you suppose
They think that carrying a gun will make them appear tough and intimidating to potential attackers.

They go rack up, stack up that stuff that you stole
Their attackers are collecting their stolen goods as they raid their hideout.

Caskets cannot be ignored, running so fast you'd have an award
The inevitability of death cannot be avoided, and they are trying to escape as quickly as possible.

Homies got gas to cash from that score, y'all could have made a dash just after one more
They could have fled with their loot after stealing from someone, but they were too greedy and stayed too long.

So you put up on the gas and smash 'round the corner, only one man was sent to the coroner
They tried to escape quickly, but one of their friends was killed in the process.

The past smashed every wall, pillar and floorboard, ashes to ashes, dust in the lung
Their past mistakes have caught up with them and they are now suffering the consequences.

Fire now on everything, gasoline been poured, last piece of action 'fore you succumb
They are trapped and their enemies are about to set fire to their hideout, giving them one final chance to fight back before they are killed.

Just catch a glance of what could have done this
They catch a glimpse of the person who has caused all of this violence and mayhem.

Something 'bout how he walks reminds you of someone
The attacker's gait is familiar to them, causing them to question if they have seen them before.

You look and see a gun, a man with no face, a golden halo that could be the sun
The attacker is faceless but holds a weapon, and there is a sense of foreboding as his presence is compared to the sun.

Long ago you summoned what was coming
They may have done something in the past to attract this type of violent attack.

Truth, like death, comes for everyone
They must face the consequences of their actions, and the truth of their situation is that they are not invincible and will eventually die.