So much commotion!
The sounds of the pavement,
Screaming save me.

But the signal must be distorted,
One more teen being slang while one more baby is being aborted.
The cries are constantly being ignored,
For the citizen defined heroic.
Has yet to hear the sound,
While another body hopelessly fall onto the ground.

The sounds of the pavement crying out rivers of blood,
While another parent is being confronted with a simple hug,
Trying to make sense of why she is now burying her only son Doug.
So with every ounce of love!

She shouts does my cry fall upon death ears,
But the signal is interfered by the neighborhood fears.
She shouts, "HELP ME!" please confess.
But one more time her call was placed to the test.

See we are constantly being placed in a position,
Where kids are mentally missing.
And no matter how much you talk they never tend to listen.
Which leads them?
To the code of the hood,
A snitch is never good.
But that method is so misunderstood...

Static reception, static reception,
Where is the signal so needed to convey protection?

I suppose the signal is simply lost!
Or is it being masked with the sounds of the pavement and death is the cost?

From the cradle to the grave,
You can hear the pain in the pavement soaring as high as a wave.

In a voice of harmony shouting the phrase,

"Save Me"!