Artist: Virtuoso Album: The Final Conflict Song: S.O.S. (The System Is Failing) Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] The system, is failing I send an S.O.S. to the world The system, is failing [Virtuoso] 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 [Chorus: repeat 4X] I send an S.O.S. to the world The system, is failing [Virtuoso] 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 [Chorus] [Outro] I send an S.O.S. to the world {*8X*} The system, is failing {*3X*} I send an S.O.S. to the world The system, is failing