Who else but me can see the state of emergency that we face?
Cause wearing a certain clothing could get a brother a taste
Drunk and pants at Force Ones and a baseball cap
Is casual but to authorities it mean we set it crack
It's a shame I can't ride on the rich side of town
Without being pulled over,
thrown on the hood and patted down
Searching my person for weapons and drug,
prayer for Nelia
It's rough on the thug,
that's what I'm telling you
When I say thug,
I don't mean I'm supposed to be locked behind bars
Cause my acronym for thug is True Hero Under Guard
Even still I'm a criminal cause I got gold teeth
Ain't no justice for blacks,
just us with no sleep
And they wonder why I keep a Glock 40 on my hip
Cause Houston Police Department love to empty full clips
Accidental death?
Bullshit, they murdered all my essays
* ain't too much but they poor,
they seen a bush and quit they
If they get out of line, I get out of line
I'll be jammed if I don't fight for my freedom and don't mind dying
Already got one foot in their grave,
ain't * for me to jump in
I'm also a docent on codeine,
heart,
belly,
pumpin'
I'm high all the time,
straight addicted Paranoid my dog might
be a detective so I don't wanna kick it
Even though I don't rob banks or sell street
rocks I still be calling collective trace,
say,
come bail me out
This crooked ass America,
I swear they got some game Every city I travel to,
the situation's the same
I can't even say it's racial cause I got some white friends
Then again,
they get mad at me cause I'm not a white friend,
it's a shame
Bad enough they wanna follow me around the store
Like I'm a skill something,
thinking they ain't got no door
And if I got a knife,
they think I did a crime,
boy
I'm up in 25 insisting that I sign, boy
Why I can't drive a fancy ride and rock diamonds and gold
Every time I shine you want me to crucify my soul
Under investigation cause the ghetto ain't for long
27 years of struggle is all I saw
I done lost homies to homies and homies to the law
27 years of struggle is all I saw
I done lost homies to homies and homies to the law
27 years of struggle is all I saw
I done lost homies to homies and homies to the law
Everywhere I lay my head, there been homicides
I done seen so many murders since the day my mama died
I ain't lying, will I be nicked?
Will I survive?
Can I breathe?
Cause I don't see too many Christians,
just murderers and thieves
And I never seen a man cry,
till I seen a man die
But he was trying to do me so I had to make that man fly
Will the authorities understand self-defense?
All they give a damn about is who did it,
they never did it
Screaming guilty to take another thug off the street
Betrayed his prosecutors,
can't keep no blood off the street
I'm one deep, if I gotta use my burner, I'm safe
I ain't gotta go rolling on the river like Tina Turner
Cause this crooked ass America,
I swear they got some game
Innocent until never found guilt,
but still in chains,
it's a shame
Bad enough they wanna follow me around the store
Like I'm a steal something,
thinking they ain't got no door
And if I got a knife,
they think I did a crime,
boy
I'm only 25 and still that I signed, boy
Why I can't drive a fancy ride and rock diamonds and gold?
But every time I shine,
you wanna crucify my soul
Under investigation cause the ghetto ain't for loan