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Sittin in the ambulance,
Staring down the street.
Taxis to the left,
Scooters to the right.
Cars all around,
Six rigs down,
In a city full of people,
Fillin the streets like flood waters.
Creepin in between,
Strangers all the same.
Unnoticed, noticed in the game,
I can’t really complain.
Flash in my eyes,
Color in my sole.
Smoke in the air,
Taste of metal on my lips — I’m gunna spit.
Sound in and out, I fell out.
Time is in the flames — it’s all the same.
When I’m needed in the flames
I’m really only needed in the flames,
Needed in the flames — yeah, needed in the flames.
City call my name when the sirens sound the same,
Needed in the flames — yeah, needed in the flames.
City call my name when the sirens sound the same.

rap, old school hip hop, house, deep house, scratch, turntable,punk