Monday, August 31, 2009
Innocent Criminal By: Pat Justice
They say the 60s was crazy but the 80s was worst
Crack fucked Blacks and gave birth to a curse
The moon was bright the sky is misty
I know my future because I know my history
My life was predicted by a gypsy
Murder she wrote at the end of the story the streets get me
That's why I limp quickly and always keep a pistol with me
Ghetto prison won't stop fighting until I am free
Raised in a city of fallen angels where [dudes] ain't scared to bleed
If money is the root of all evil then greed is the seed
This ain't living we take it because ain't nobody giving
America is a rich man's vision but a poor man's prison
So don't expect no politician to give us a pot to piss in
Preacher man stop preaching because [dudes] ain't going to listen
Folks done lost hope and stop trying
Life is a bitch from the start that is why you come out your mama crying
The world is dying and the people gone mad
I'll take a shit on the white house and wipe my ass with the flag
When will the evil end too many browns and blacks in the system victims of legal sin
In court praying for mercy when condemned by evil men
Ain't no love in the heart of the city if there is a God where is he
My homies dying over hundreds and fifties
I sit back and sip yak and analyze the situation ain't a person alive today know the monster we facing
You crucified Jesus Christ so Marcus Garvey could write
Shot Malcolm X in the chest and and gave Nelson Mandela life
Pac died at 25 Biggie died a year younger
All my life I've been broke so I am motivated by my hunger
So my mama buried me with a 357 just in case God trippin' and I don't get into heaven
If you send me to hell Oh well because I just did 19years in the ghetto as black male
It can't get much harder than that I got a lot of pain in my heart so I started to rap
See them other brothers will make you dance but Justice will make you thank
You saving up for a Bentley I'm saving up for a tank
That's just the mindset of soldier this shit is crazy huh but this is what I see
We are no longer slaves but we sure aren't free
So until I ain't got to kill and steal for my own folk
Tattoo across my soul all these words I just spoke
Who the fuck are yall going to call when I break all the laws on behalf of innocent criminal
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