13. Sending out an S.O.S.
All Vocals: Jimmy/Allegiance Beat: VTZ Productions
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Story behind the song
Just got real tired of the bullshit...had to say sumtin about it....this is actually one of the first songs i made for this mixtape so peep it out...
Lyrics
(Hook)
Sending out an SOS baby we’re alarmingly hot
Barrowing the plot thickens with the sorriest not
Thinking ride or die maybe but to harvest the crop
We’re digging deep upon the surface just to target the talk
Im never needing what you want we’re the sparring-est lot
Caught hard between the hills, killing…harming the shots
We’re reaching out hands you can arm me or watch
With everything that we hip-hop…the army of god
What’s real when ya life’s not a moment to loose
And everyday life struggle is a poem of truth
When the kid’s are for their death when they bang on block
And got em running for the ropes, just to hang from the top
How do u manage when the only thing your wanting is crack
N gave it out to the hood but your wanting it back
Ya breathing is smashed…you’re under easing the strap
And only soul search found was the fiend in the past
Collapsing when the chance that was given is action
Taking hard to the hills never needing to laugh n
In the hopes, dreams, thoughts you we’re needing the sense
To find it in ya self, gasping now your seeing the fence
And you climb and you struggle, fuck giving a crap
Of over hard pressed workers…I aint living like that
And so many want in, and so many want out
And so many know what im talking about
What’s real? The government will murder its own
N fuck homeland security, there’s barely a home
What’s real is lost, its not the love of the game too
when daddy’s little girl becomes, mother I hate you
seen cocaine babies…not to mention their lives
its not normal, what the fuck was intended and why
somebody better answer cuz im losing composure
over, the sobered up of dopers pushing closer to closure
with the air tight, drug sales running the streets
and feeling, overwhelmed over hell coming to speak
shifting the weight of worlds, sorry for the hardy departs
beating my heart until it scars and is a hardly a heart
strength of my words, and the power of one
determined we will never falter from the cowards that run
our president’s a hifi televised frogger
taking the rap game wading, coming hell or high water
It’s the story of the moment, yeah original east coast
A soldier and a prophet but a vision to see broke
Im climbing up the ladder but im losing my breathe
With every ounce of life fading not to prove that I’m dead
Careful on the prowl, getting clipped if you drawn blanks
The city never sleeps, like the prison of shawshank
Catch me if you can, like the mission Tom hanks
Bigger than the biggest bet the minute you saw thanks
Gaining rep honestly, this life is exploding
hoping my body language’s thankful, every step of the moment
when immortal like a legend, it’s the season of life
for ever person finding reason in a reason to fight
but my time is running out and the vision is blurry
praying my soul will make it worthy as I’m stricking with worry
really fighting for my life, man I’d rumble a winning
and never once losing site of my humble beginnings
