S.O.S.

Breaking apart at the faults
It's not my fault
Taking my last of resorts
I need a resort
Steadily building my fort
While you build in fort
Ima just stay on my course
The obstacle course
I'll take a shot to my corpse in the morgue
Stiff, then I rot in the clothes that they bought me
Bored and I'm yawning in need of some coffee
I cop the Yerba like "top of the morning"

Look in the face of the devil, "you bore me"
I had a dream last night that I was touring
Everyone watching was sleeping and snoring
I could relate so I just stopped performing

I woke up, angry and horny
Wondering how I'ma be when I'm 40
Scary to think I'm creating that story
I don't wanna make a mistake, can't afford it
Wipe off the crust, then create, then record it
I got a dusty, old crate filled wit tapes I replay when I need to remember the good old days
I need to get paid
I need to be saved too
I'm stuck in a maze
But I'm running in place, you
Could you light the way?

Fettering heritage, Inside my mind
I just been tryin to save all mankind
Eyeing the prize but I can't equalize
I am a prize in the creators eyes
I just create, medicate, stabilize
I don't know why I gotta be that guy
No silver line, it's just death and demise
Don't wanna be serious all of the time
I see it clearly, you niggas is lying
I mind my business and I keep on trying
To make dis a business but it's hard to find
A bunch of real people who's willing to buy in



Credits
Writer(s): Dennis Valentin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link