Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Claimin' I'm a Criminal, artist - Brand Nubian.
Date of issue: 10.10.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Claimin' I'm a Criminal |
7 in the mornin, they kickin down my momma’s door |
Now tell me what is this motherfuckin drama for? |
Can a nigga get rest after rest without the stress? |
Then they put the Glock to my chest |
Best think 'fore I twitch or I’m popped |
Off to the clink with this bitch ass cop |
They gotta nigga locked like the dread on my head, jack |
And if I try to fight back, well then I’m dead, black |
I got the right to an attorney and to stay silent |
They got the right to try to burn me if I play violent |
I know the game so I just roll with the procedure |
Illegal search and seizure, somethin that they’re doin at their leisure |
Down at the station, interrogation is takin place |
Overcrowded jails but for me they’re makin space |
Tell the devil to his face he can suck my dick |
It’s the whole black race that they’re fuckin with |
Come to find my crime was lettin brothers know the time |
Only the devil is stoppin me from eatin swine |
And plus my prior record sealed my fate |
One For All and In God We Trust got me sent upstate |
But still I won’t bite my tongue |
I just write tight shit to incite the young, to fight the one |
Who keeps them on a level that’s minimum |
That’s the number one reason |
Chorus: (sample of Luther Ingram’s «I'm Tryin To Sing A Message To You») |
(*They claimin I’m a criminal*) |
This time and day |
Ooooh, gotta run for time |
(*They claimin I’m a criminal*) |
This time and day |
Ooooh, gotta run for time |
Verse Two: Sadat X |
I was frustrated, I can’t do no more push-ups |
Niggas be swole up, locked down cos of a hold-up |
«The devil made me do it» is what I say |
Got some bad news on my one phone call the other day |
«I love the kids and I teach em to love their father |
I’ll get you some kicks and try to send some flicks |
But it’s over, baby, yes it’s over» |
Ain’t much you can do when you’re holdin a phone |
A million inmates but ya still alone |
You’re not cryin but inside ya dyin |
You might cry in the night when ya safe and outta sight |
Damn I miss my peeps and the rides in the jeeps |
And my, casual freedom, where’s my crew when I need em? |
A visit ain’t the same like being in the game |
But I’ll take it, at least with that I’ll make it |
The beast is a bitch and I see it |
I do the knowledge to em, so next time I can do em |
«Yo X, I got ta lock it now but write me real soon |
I know that you’re a busy man, give me a minute» |
You can never know the penal til you been locked the fuck up in it |
This time and day |
Ooooh, gotta run for time |
This time and day |
Ooooh, gotta run for time |
(*They claimin I’m a criminal*) |
This time and day |
Ooooh, gotta run for time |
(*They claimin I’m a criminal*) |
This time and day |
Ooooh, gotta run for time |
(*They claimin I’m a criminal*) (x12) |
(*They claimin I’m a criminal*) |
This time and day |
Ooooh, gotta run for time |