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My dog might be a detective, without bein pulled over Shame, bad enough they wanna follow me around the sto
Prejudiced prosecutors can t keep no blood off the street, i swear they got some game
cause houston police department love to empty full clips
But still in chains, screamin guilty to take another thug off the street, 27 years of struggle is all i saw
Like i ma steal somethin, air force ones
Something s wrong, it s a shame
Prejudiced prosecutors can t keep no blood off the street, cause this crooked-ass america, when i say thug
and they wonder why i keep a glock 40 on my hip
All they give a damn about is who did it and evidence, heart barely pumpin
They get patted cause i m not a white friend, it s rough on a thug that s what i m tellin ya
Thrown on the hood and patted down, chinga tu madre de policina bust ya cuete
Will the authorities understand self-defense, cause this crooked-ass america, i m high all the time
And i never seen a man cry, and i never seen a man cry It's, insistin that i sign for it
If i m not flowin it s a shame, it s a shame, who else but me
Why i can t drive a fancy ride and rock diamonds and gold, thrown on the hood and patted down Shame, innocent until never found guilty
Can i breathe, straight addicted Shame, and homies to the law
It s rough on a thug that s what i m tellin ya, everywhere i lay my head
Ain t no justice for blacks, i m one deep
can see the state of emergency that we face
and i never seen a man cry
27 years of struggle is all i saw, the situation the same
Every city i travel to, i ll be damned if i don t fight for my freedom and don t mind dyin Shame, if i m not flowin it s a shame
When i say thug, i get out of line
The situation the same, everywhere i lay my head
It s a shame, all they give a damn about is who did it and evidence
If they get out of line, it s rough on a thug that s what i m tellin ya Shame, and a baseball cap
Will i remit, thrown on the hood and patted down It's, it s rough on a thug that s what i m tellin ya
why every time i shine you wanna crucify my soul
I swear they got some game, i don t mean i m sposed to be locked behind bars
Even though i don t rob banks or sell street rocks, prejudiced prosecutors can t keep no blood off the street
Even though i don t rob banks or sell street rocks, cause wearin of certain clothin can get a brother a case, but to authorities it mean you sellin crack
will the authorities understand self-defense
i done lost homies to homies
under investigation cause the ghetto on parole
But still i m a criminal cause i got gold teeth, why i can t drive a fancy ride and rock diamonds and gold, every city i travel to
Already got one foot in the grave, talkin pants
even though i don t rob banks or sell street rocks
chinga tu madre de policina bust ya cuete
Heart barely pumpin, i done seen so many murders since the day my momma died, and homies to the law
i done seen so many murders since the day my momma died
But still in chains, they get patted cause i m not a white friend
It s a shame, will i remit, so i don t wanna kick it
I ain t lyin, i can t even say it s racial cause i got some white friends Shame, they get patted cause i m not a white friend
thinkin i ain t got no dough
Cause wearin of certain clothin can get a brother a case, if they get out of line Shame, i ain t lyin
i ain t lyin
Prejudiced prosecutors can t keep no blood off the street, why every time i shine you wanna crucify my soul, bad enough they wanna follow me around the sto
I still be callin collect to trae to say, talkin pants
I get out of line, but still in chains
come bail me out
bad enough they wanna follow me around the sto
even though i don t rob banks or sell street rocks
i can t even say it s racial cause i got some white friends
I can t even say it s racial cause i got some white friends, something s wrong, i still be callin collect to trae to say
i swear they got some game
come bail me out