Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Criminal , by - The Roots. Release date: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Criminal |
| Monday they predict the storm |
| Tuesday they predict the bad |
| Wednesday they cover the grass |
| And I can see it’s all about cash |
| And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass |
| And treat me like a criminal |
| Look, it is what it is Because of what it was |
| I did what I did |
| Cause it does what it does |
| I don’t put nothin’above |
| What I am, what I love |
| My family, my blood |
| My city and my hood |
| Hater for the greater good |
| I’m back from Hollywood |
| And I ain’t changed a lick |
| Though, I know I probably should |
| But, what I’m doin’is not a good look |
| I never did it by the good book, as a lifetime crook |
| All the petty crime took a toll on me |
| I look around at my homies that’s gettin’old on me But still somethin’gotta hold on me Maybe it’s faith |
| If it’s comin', yo I’m willing to wait |
| I’m not runnin', I done ran through the mud |
| I done scrambled and such |
| I done robbed an odd job and gambled enough |
| Till I’m put up in handcuffs |
| And pissin’in a cup |
| If there’s a God |
| I don’t know if he listenin’or what |
| Yeah, it is what it is And that’s how it go Get treated like a criminal |
| If crime is all you know |
| Get greeted like a nigga |
| If a nigga saw your show |
| A public enemy, to send a eye in the scope |
| My city like a island where you can’t find a boat |
| Have you wishin’for a raft |
| And prayin that hope flows |
| Some real (?) going down on soul (?) |
| Who lookin’for a chair and some real strong rope |
| Just to end it all here |
| Screamin'"fuck the mayor" |
| He see the faces at the bottom of the welfare |
| They act like I’m somethin’to fear |
| Trapped in urban warfare |
| And pullin’triggers at a college career |
| Can’t ignore the call of the wild |
| That’s drawin''em near |
| Try to make fast money last long some years |
| Try to laugh it off |
| Still couldn’t lose the tears |
| To the rules, I will not adhere |
| Break the law, yeah… (echoes) |
| Who wanna challenge mine? |
| I’m sick of St. Valentine |
| I did the violent crimes |
| That’s why I got this style of rhyme |
| Seek repentance to spittin’them sentences |
| To senseless experience is the difference |
| You can’t convince this |
| In a crime sense, niggas is infants |
| I’m like a senior citizen |
| Still livin’but gettin’benefits |
| Put emphasis on hittin’my nemesis in high percentages |
| Crooked ass cops is the reason for my belligerence |
| And it gets deeper than that |
| Remember nights I used to sleep wit a gat |
| With a package of crack under my sneaker strap |
| D’s sneak attack and raid me It took a week for that |
| Beat the rat, but you’re sayin'"look, he think he the mack" |
| Fuck y’all! |
| Niggas who thinkin’they might try us Watch us inside riots |
| Blue cars and light fires |
| We already been knocked, scrutinized |
| Plus, cops rush to brutalize us America’s polluted by lust |
| Who could I trust? |
| If I can’t trust you, then I might touch you |
| If I ain’t got love for you |
| Then fuck you! |