Storm

This is not a drill This is not a warning Keep your windows boarded Keep a way of escape The clouds are painted sordid Your home isn’t safe There’s no time to call for help But no chance out on your own Counsel with yourself but This ain’t a place for hope Ignore all the warnings That shit’s for birds You’ll be gone by the morning And not on your terms Don’t stay within reach Don’t act like you won The rain starts to breach Better drop your shit and run This is not a drill This is not a warning Siren screams through the noise Streets lamps snuffed out Black floods in the streets Got you praying for the drought Reach for the phone But there’s no one there to answer Keep your hopes up One more thing to fail you Lowest of lows got you Searching for some high ground Like the safety you had And the warmth that you found Mind quick to race You could have sworn the spot was sound But it doesn’t make a difference Cuz it looks like you gon’ die now Die now Die now Die now Die now