S.O.S.

[Blaq Poet] Five in the morning, I'm just yawning One time banging on the door with the warrant I got the gat, I got some cracks about four floors up Something in my mind saying, "No Po', don't jump" I can already see me broke up in them cuffs Police be laughing as they eat their donuts I rather shoot it out with them niggas like "what" Front page daily news, "Black Nigga Goes Nuts" But they ain't even trying to raid the crib I think it's a warrant for some bullshit I did So I ignored them niggas Light up a blunt, read The Source, I'm on tour with niggas, fuck it I do what I do, about an hour go passed I creep through the peephole, I still see the brass Looked under the door, an eye looking at me Then I hear a voice "Yeah, he's in there, chief" What a fucked up situation They're waiting like I'm a terrorist nation Damn, I go to the window, I see the blue van Cell phone ring, pick it up, "Hoo han" "Yo they're running 'round with pictures And they're scooping niggas up, I hope they don't get you" "Say word, they're banging on my door right now" "Just don't open it; they can't knock it down" "Alright yo, yo where the fuck you at?" "I'll call you when I see you nigga, don't call back" Click Ah shit, niggas is shooked They're handing out secret indictments on all crooks Hell no, I ain't going outside Spend the whole day playing Madden Live, fuck that They're locking niggas up All the hoes and the fiends, all my thuns throwing things I just got to play it smooth Soon as they bounce, make my move Tick, tock, tick, tock Time to call the cab, tell them meet me by the block The coast is clear, I thought it was cool I see niggas lined up, kids coming from school Niggas getting stripsearched On the hill, on the ave, on the corner by the church The hood is on fire It's like the scene from The Wire, got my balls in the pliers Every few years, the boys come around They call themselves "trying to clean up the whole town" But they don't understand the struggle How to live in the jungle and stay out of trouble Niggas overcrowding the system Sent up for years, their family missed them And the fiends still smoking that shit From a new nigga coming up playing the strip S.O.S., the same old shit The block is hot, got rocks to chop nigga S.O.S., the same old shit Niggas pumping, gats busting, always into something S.O.S., the same old shit Tryna rock the spot, you better watch who cop nigga