Virtuoso - S.O.S. (The System Is Failing) | Текст песни

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The system, is failing
I send an S.O.S. to the world
The system, is failing

Yo, yo
In this culture of consumption, gas pumpin for 3.20-somethin
Twelve year old girls fuckin, them little drama kikos bustin
at they own cousin for nothin, just to get a rep
Just to get a check, set up they brother and cut his neck
Left in the penitentiary, servin a quarter century
You can't rehabilitate when you can't develop mentally (nah)
Like a flower with no rain and no sunlight
All pain and no fun right? Of course them boys gon' fight
Some nights, he hold his head and wish he was dead
Tears that he shed for his daughter as he lay in bed
And his sister said she look just like him a striking resemblence
Now pretend that it's you and tell me that isn't frighting alright

I send an S.O.S. to the world
The system, is failing

Yo, stand on the corner with a grip of dimes and a pair of 9's
One block is like Israel, the next block is Palestine
Bloody like the St. Valentine's Day Massacre
While AIDS is runnin rampant through the hood like it was Africa
It's hard to be master of your destiny, especially
when the system's repressin the recipe mix you up aggressively
Progressively worse, little babies left in a hearse
Play the death in reverse, feels like our destiny's cursed
Then they tell you in church to pray for a brighter day
That the sun from the Lord's eyes will take the night away
But the facts are backwards, it's hard to believe in that shit
when Catholic pastors fuck little boys in they asses
And gas is the world's most precious commodity
Bush can stick Saddam, street cats locked for armed robbery
It's got to be the silver spoon priveleged few who made the doom
Guerilla pealer for revolution's coming soon

I send an S.O.S. to the world
The system, is failing
I send an S.O.S. to the world
The system, is failing