[Z-Ro:] 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 & 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 & patted down Searchin’ my person for weapons & drug paraphernalia It’s rough on a thug that’s what I’m tellin’ ya 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 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? ********! 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 damn if I don’t fight for my freedom & don’t mind dyin’ Already got one foot in the grave, ain’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 ass 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. [Chorus: Z-Ro] Bad enough they wanna follow me around the store Like I’m a steal somethin’ thinkin’ I ain’t got no dough And if I die 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 & rock diamonds & 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. [Z-Ro:] 27 years of struggle is all I saw I done lost homies to homies & 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 lyin’. Will I remit? Will I survive? Can I breathe? ’ Cause I don’t see too many Christians just murderers & 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 damn about is who did it & 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 ass America, I swear they got some game Innocent until never found guilty, but still in chains It’s A Shame. [Chorus: Z-Ro] Bad enough they wanna follow me around the store Like I’m a steal somethin’ thinkin’ I ain’t got no dough And if I die 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 & rock diamonds & 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.
[Z-Ro:] 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 & 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 & patted down Searchin’ my person for weapons & drug paraphernalia It’s rough on a thug that’s what I’m tellin’ ya 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 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? ********! 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 damn if I don’t fight for my freedom & don’t mind dyin’ Already got one foot in the grave, ain’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 ass 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. [Chorus: Z-Ro] Bad enough they wanna follow me around the store Like I’m a steal somethin’ thinkin’ I ain’t got no dough And if I die 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 & rock diamonds & 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. [Z-Ro:] 27 years of struggle is all I saw I done lost homies to homies & 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 lyin’. Will I remit? Will I survive? Can I breathe? ’ Cause I don’t see too many Christians just murderers & 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 damn about is who did it & 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 ass America, I swear they got some game Innocent until never found guilty, but still in chains It’s A Shame. [Chorus: Z-Ro] Bad enough they wanna follow me around the store Like I’m a steal somethin’ thinkin’ I ain’t got no dough And if I die 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 & rock diamonds & 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.
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