z – ro – its a shame

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who else but me, can see the state of emergency that we face
cause wearin of certain clothin can get a brother a case
talkin pants, air force ones, and a baseball cap
it’s casual, but to authorities it mean you sellin crack
it’s a shame i can’t ride on the rich side of town
without bein pulled over, thrown on the hood and patted down
searchin my person for weapons and drug paraphenalia
it’s rough on a thug that’s what i’m tellin ya
when i say thug, i don’t mean i’m ‘sposed to be locked behind bars
cause my acronym for thug is true hero under god
but 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? bullsh-t! they murdered all my eses
chinga tu madre de policina {?} puente
if they get out of line, i get out of line
i’ll be d-mned if i don’t fight for my freedom and don’t mind dyin
already got one foot in the grave, ain’t sh-t for me to jump in
almost overdosin on codeine, heart barely 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 callin collect to trae to say, come bail me out
this crooked–ss america, i swear they got some game
every city i travel to, the situation the same
i can’t even say it’s racial cause i got some white friends
then again, they get patted cause i’m not a white friend
it’s a shame

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bad enough they wanna follow me around the sto’
like i’ma steal somethin, thinkin i ain’t got no dough
and if i died tonight, they’ll think i did a crime for it
offer me 25, insistin that i sign for it
why i can’t drive a fancy ride and rock diamonds and gold
why every time i shine you wanna crucify my soul
under investigation cause the ghetto on parole
something’s wrong, if i’m not flowin it’s a shame

27 years of struggle is all i saw
i done lost homies to homies, and homies to the law
everywhere i lay my head, dere been homicides
i done seen so many murders since the day my momma died
i ain’t lyin, will i remit, will i survive, can i breathe?
cause i don’t see too many christians as murderers and thieves
and i never seen a man cry, until i seen a man die
but he was tryin to do me so i had to make that man fly
will the authorities understand self-defense
all they give a d-mn about is who did it and evidence
screamin guilty to take another thug off the street
prejudiced 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 “rollin’ on the river” like tina turner
cause this crooked–ss america, i swear they got some game
innocent until never found guilty, but still in chains
it’s a shame


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