Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Claimin' I'm a Criminal , by - Brand Nubian. Release date: 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 |