BluntedBeatz - S.O.S. (Same Ol' Song) lyrics

[Intro: GoodFella & (Sample)] (It was strong enough to send me) It was strong enough to send me to hell (Pictures of their face & eyes flashing through my mind) Made it, still have my soul to sell Watch for enemies that sport your friend's clothes And you're f**ed if you swear it ain't so... [Verse I: Viviani] Immigration and I dancing at different paces, the most wanted Running from Homeland Security, blunted Government dubs me as dangerous as f*ggots infatuated With the cum shots of co*ked gauges While Venezuela scorches, Venezuelans' marching To face less charges, the answer? Another child found faceless in the garbage Reverends promise you heaven, I paint pictures of hell For the strong willed livin' in Ferguson's hell Kids skip adolescence, chest heated with shells Fathers screaming for freedom, mothers crying for help The U.S. leeches our wealth commodity teach us to yell “Life's a b**h,” would you prefer d**h caress you? And you're f**ed if you think crooked cops gonna defend you Badges are not protection but license to pack extensions If coppers intend to, they'll blast a gat through your dentures Music romance the soul (Can it bring hope?) Or save a generation over I'll instrumentation To look past the whips and chains towards self emancipation Pigs blast your fly clique! A skip from having our rights stripped By a nation organizing paradigm of crime Where protest turns into riots, so f** being the “flyest” They'll need to resort to violence to retort to my defiance Obama, a man ate another man's face like Jeffrey Dahmer I've seen brains blown in broad daylight The world's a stage, play YOU, the Broadway night's here Let's change lives, f** what the radio waves hype, “Fear” It's that n***a that I've never heard about And you can never doubt my clever clout Cause my gift to swerve the sounds Of verbs and nouns (What it like?) is like my dick You can taste it in your girlfriend's mouth when you're making out I'm sick and it's versed with ease, let's just squash the beef I'm trying to lead the world to peace before I leave deceased Solitary confinement is like my people starving Handcuffed, gasping at a university campus Behind my scars, you'll find a mind's incarcerated With grimy bars that fill the pages My time is religious, sacred. I insist to waste it I risked my life to make it outside the f**ing matrix If you pick, then what you taking? The blue pill? Cause even those too real when faced by the f**ing truth squeal Cause even those, even those who pack steels and those who rap ill Even those whose driving coupes will squeal – the truth k**s Pac, it's the same old song that you sung The youth seeing the pen again The good dying young but not as young as the innocent It's the same old song, it's the same old song The good dying young but not as young as the innocent [Outro] It was strong enough to send me Pictures of their face & eyes flashing through my mind