And still I see no changes Can't a brotha get a little peace There's war on the streets and war on the Middle east Instead of a war on poverty, They got a war on drugs so the police can bother me And I ain't never did a crime i aint have to do But now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you So don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up, and pimp smack you up Ya gotta learn to hold ya own They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone But tell the cops they can't touch this I don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this It's the sound on my tool, you it ain't cool My mama didn't raise no fool And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped and i never get to lay back 'Cuz I always gotta worry bout the payback Of some ruff that i ruffed up way back Comin back after all these years Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat That's the way its is
Submitted June 06, 2020 at 06:49PM by IfItDoesntFit https://ift.tt/2Y9xoIH
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