S.O.S.

S.O.S., mayday, mayday

S.O.S., mayday, mayday

Going down

I started breaking boulders down to pebbles

Young ghetto rebel on the pedals of

Life's withering rose for the thorns

Born into the arms of the old earth

Young world, old tricks, young girls perform

Tempted by the ones who pimped it

I escaped the rape and reshaped the landscape

I seen my reflection, started building in all directions

From then on I learned to climb

I learned to live and love the way I rhyme

And I learned to grind for mine

I learned that time leaves and does what it damn well please

I know I'll one day sail the seven seas

And find that uncharted land guarded by the hot sunset

Broke down from boulders

The older I get, the colder it gets outside

S.O.S., save our spaceship from this aimless ride

This aimless ride

S.O.S., mayday, mayday

S.O.S., mayday, mayday

Going down

S.O.S., mayday, mayday

S.O.S., mayday, mayday

Surfing on the waves of imperfection, wandering aimlessly

Searching for direction, things seem to happen spontaneously

We all in some way, we are subjects to the clock

But we get stopped

Riptides drown bodies, they sink to the ocean floor

You might lose your battleship in war

It's all bad, it's all math, it's all a ocean

We're all submerged, commotion caused by the words

Let's all laugh, it's all rad

Even though we apply for jobs and never get a call back

We all surf the same turf, the same earth

On wavelengths, no slave to coincidence

Am I, stand by for transmission

It's all bureaus, corporations, coalitions

We're all slaves to technology

America's watching, listening, offering no apology

It's all a mathematical numerology

So watch what you say on the phone when you be calling me

Record is on, they got the 4-1-1

There is a reward if you can bring me someone