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