Lyrics:
Father can you help I don't know what's going on
I was left by myself and everything I had is gone
I'm living in this hell and everything I do is
a hefty raise and the weekend off
With the house to himself and some time to kill, he got right to work manifesting his will
By recruiting a faction
They aligned in exchange for starting an insurrection
Invented by an angry lynch mob
Because a bloody white orchid lied.
They crucified the majority
Why are you crying? No one's dying. What are you implying?
By the way that you're eyeing me its probably a sign
Oh NO! I see now that you're trapped in
All the games are fixed
And the cards are marked
The streets are filled
With lost and lonely lovers
In the after dark
I was fooled by a promise
eat every rapper like they E. B.T
Anagram for shows like B. E. T
And most of you rappers can't get by these
I'm really going crazy someone check my
to change this place
Courtroom pulls an about face
Fantasies of the master race
Our elections they erase
See once upon a time we were all free
When we
fucked your wife and
We put them bitches to sleep
Ain't gon' say your government
I'ma call him by Ricky G now Ricky G
He had a cousin named Yella
With
or ask for forgiveness
And you don't need a courtroom inside of your head
Where you're acting as judge and accused and defendant and witness
It's
the combination to the wall safe.
While your little sister screams suffering from pistol-whipped pain.
Or looking back at you in a courtroom
Filled with
of getting paid by criminal means
They're having a sale on minimal dreams
Doomed to fail, they caught your tail
Your butt's in jail, you gets no bail
The scale
my whole trial I was broke.
Circumstantial that's bullshit, my defense was a joke!
(You go in a motherfuckin' courtroom,
With a fuckin public
was on the block and got bagged by pussy police
And they the reason why Calvin is deceased
The bullshit will never cease but dough is comin' at least
I
right
Uh, but what about when things is going wrong
Ask yourself am I your man?
Would I die for you or by your hand
If I go broke, would you divide your
through shades of blue
I trust you trust in me to mistrust you
Through the Silk Cut haze to the smeared mascara
A 40 watt sun on a courtroom drama
haze
To the smeared mascara
A forty-watt sun
On a courtroom drama
And the coffee stains
Gather till the pale kimono
Set the wedding rings
you're doing the pointing, nobody's looking at you
But you know this war on drugs is funded by the tobacco and alcohol commissions
It's not what drugs
Used to do my chores, now you're acting like a whore
Phones at my crib with you off to the store
For now, you don't love me no more?
Hey, by the way
Yeah
Mic check, one-two
Uh-huh
(Hit-boy)
Only can talk about this real shit, 'cause that's what I been through
Yeah
Yo
I was raised by
they mouths but they ain't sayin a thing
Half why'all vets is heartless and rep regardless
Only time you seen a courtroom was pressin charges
How you
the courtroom, and my trial began
Where I was held by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw that dirty judge commence to look about
In
took my ass straight to the block with hand full of rocks, y'all
And it's my first time I'm lowin, watchin for cop cars
By the end of the night a nigga
(lyrics by Michael Sadler)
Early morning instrusion
The accusations spelt conclusions
I'd been under suspicion
Now my fate was their decision
Stay up Hold ya head up
It's hell in the streets boy
Hold your head young nigga
'Cause it's hell
I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full
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