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