Letras
It be feelin' like the life that I'm livin' man out of control
Every day I'm in a fight for the soul
Could it be that my medicine's the evidence
For pigs to stop and frisk me when they rollin' round on patrol?
And ask "why you're here?"
I just tell 'em 'cause it is what it is
I live here and that's what it is
He chimed "you got a dime?
I said "Man, I'm tryin' to smoke and chill
Please don't lock me up in front of my kids
And in front of my wife
Man, I ain't got a gun or a knife
You do this and you ruin my life
And I apologize if it seems like I got out of line, sir
'Cause I respect the badge and the gun
And I pray today ain't the day that you drag me away
Right in front of my beautiful son"
And he still put my hands in cuffs, put me in the truck
When my woman screamed, said "shut up"
Witness with the camera phone on
Saw the copper pull a gun and
Put it on my gorgeous queen
As I peered out the window
I could see my other kinfolk
And hear my little boy as he screamed
As he ran toward the copper begged him not to hurt his momma
'Cause he had her face down on the ground
And I'd be much too weak to ever speak what I seen
But my life changed with that sound
Get out, get out, get out, get out
Feeling this too early
Get out, get out, get out, get out
Feeling this, feeling this
Early
Early
Early
Early
It be feelin' like the life that I'm living man, I don't control
'Cause every day I'm in a fight for my soul
All hands below, high seas in a rickety boat
Smoke o's so the kid might cope
You want cash or hope, no clash, matter fact get both
Go without get turnt to ghosts
You know that's the law, deal done by the shake of claws
It ain't a game if the shit don't pause
And I find you odd, so convinced in the truth of y'all