This is an S.O.S. Don't wanna second guess Now my heart's in two And I can't find the other half It's like I'm walking on broken glass Better believe I bled It's a call I'll never get This is the bottom line It's true, I gave my all for you

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can't be fucking with mine I was raised in the hood called what the diffrence The brothers in the hood be chivalrous So I rest defense on my ligaments Pistol

They think they know who I am. All they know is I love to kill. Face down, dead on the ground. Find me before another is found. Strangulation caused her death, Just like all the others. Raped before and after death; Stripped, naked, tortured.

Where's LA? Whatever happened to the city we knew? Tell my mother, my brothers My father, and others In an old apartment Down in the garden I was born on a sunny day When the riots ruled the streets like a Sunday parade

Open the gates Too many hearts filled with hate Let acceptance in We're here to say we're all so sick of your bigotry Stop dwelling on what happens when we die Start helping others while we're still alive We'll carve out your heart, rewire your mind

Now I found some Grace beneath the judge's gavel Grace among my brothers on the firing line Grace upon this road less traveled Grace beneath the pines, the pines Grace beneath the pines There'll be no more running round for me No more going down, you'll

By the ones you think you love And felled in the night They will come for you And you thought the lions were bad Well they tried to kill my brothers Felled in the night Go go go go go go And for every king that died Oh they would crown another

He led the others Quack, quack, quack With a quack, quack, quack But the one little duck With the feather on his back Wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble Six little ducks That I once knew Fat ones, skinny ones

All the trees stood like skeletons Silhouettes of spilled ink And the snows fell in sheets and got wrapped around our feet We built the fire evermore with winter beating at the door Brother's eyes were getting heavier His bony hands cold and white And I

This is an S.O.S. Don't wanna second guess Now my heart's in two And I can't find the other half It's like I'm walking on broken glass Better believe I bled It's a call I'll never get This is the bottom line It's true, I gave my all for you