What We Signed up For

Streetdoc

Sun comes up, and it's all the same

Blanket comes off, and I rub my face

Alarm starts ringing, with the same old taste

90 proof of last night in the same old place

Stared at the ceiling riding substance waves

Finally sleeping, while the voices fade

The Screams of parents never seem to change

Different face and tone, but same old pain

You try telling someone their baby is burned and stained

But that's what we signed up for is what they all say

With Blairs of tones

We ride to peoples homes

Its never set and stone

When life's deck unfolds

Can be a simple call, atleast that's what told

But grandma did not fall, but left smells of mold

Our bodies warmth is cold, And Down to our own soul

These calls take a toll and the names we will morn

But everyone always mocks

That's what you signed up for

We got the knowledge

And we got the training

But when reality strikes

No one cares about grading

Can't prepare, for the direct blank stares

When theirs a car seat, but has nothing their

Then we all do weep, cause it just isn't fair

That the two door jeep, has no scratches or tears

And the B A L, is point 3, heavily impaired is he

No blood or bruising, and he doesn't seem to care

Of the mistake of cruising, and the photo that he shared

He finds himself amusing, while the mom screams where

She so scared of loosing, her youngest daughter Clair

She screams and people start booing

She pleads to us, asking what are we doing

What does she need? But the babies not moving

Look around while the blood keeps pooling

Dark figure, and the reaper ain't fooling

As of right now, Life and death ain't dueling

One sided and its always so greuling

Look her in the eyes and say

Im sorry mam but clair has past away

With Blairs of tones

We ride to peoples homes

Its never set and stone

When life's deck unfolds

Can be a simple call, atleast that's what told

But grandma did not fall, but left smells of mold

Our bodies warmth is cold, And Down to our own soul

These calls take a toll and the names we will morn

But everyone always mocks

That's what you signed up for

Everyone who knows this pain knows I'm telling the truth

This profession can be gruesome and reality is proof

Substances can be wholesome, but they hide the truth

Nights will be lonesome, Only friend is the noose

This is what some choose

Nicotine, caffeine, sleepless nights with violent screams

Tachycardia with adenosine, please work,And I also need

A Dose of promethazine

For the shot of Hennessy

Hats off, if you know what i mean

[Outro]

So before you point fingers

Before you judge and complain

Remeber reality hinders

Then why are we to blame

Remeber these days go down to our very core

So don't say,

This is what we signed up for