Lyrics:
a variety of secret societies
We were born on this earth by default
And the police just wanna indict we
I need some soul music - I feel that shit in me
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
to plan to be harassed when stopped
By a god damn mother fucking crooked ass cop
Fuck the police
The racist and ignorant
Fuck all the people in power that
the basement
Beaten and staved for weeks
But no one's got the nerve
To contact the police
You don't believe me
Come round sometime and see where we live
A man
movin' like ah' op, yeah, she' movin' like police)
(We don't want to scare anybody)
Yeah, I'm yellin' man down, now I gotta retreat
But she' out there for
It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle
Next come the bookings, the way things is lookin
It's Friday, you in for a long stay
way)
Cause I got nuttin to lose, suttin to prove, I'm screamin' EASTSIDE
(EASTSIDE!!!)
While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set!)
And what we live by (yeah),
And my father done told me, my father told me too, it's a mean old town to live
in by yourself
Yeah, work for a dollar or several
at me man, they don't really see a man
I live on Auburn Avenue, middle class creed
My friend Martin next door taught me how to read
He's brilliant,
You live in a time of decay
When the worth of a man is how much he can play
Every day all the public must know
Where you are, what you do
Cause
lame
Still sippin' up on that kool-aid like
Ah
Live like I'm already retired
Get inspired by a shiv, give your whip a flat tire
Daps a bad liar, my
a stain on your brain 'cause I shall remain
And I know longer dwells in the cocaine game
It's a shame the way the game has switched
And the police man
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
zone, like it's two three
Ridin' with the bro's, smokin' blunts in the two seat
Can't kick it for free, more serious than fun
If you do it by yourself,
out Chicago
Aw man
Everybody from the Go know how it goes
The killing by police
They can't keep it under control
Its gotta be a way for us to prosper
that, youknowhatI'msayin?
Night is in the air
Enemy.. on the borderline
Who'll be the next to fire
forty-one shots by Diallo's side?
You said he
like, drive by pumpin' that lean back
Police hop out of the whip, (?) right in my six
Four fifth tucked right on his hip
Some dumb drunk, this nigga
I need peace
Find my peace
My life in pieces
I'm tryna get a piece
Truth if you live by
You die by the piece
Please God, help me find my peace
I need
Twist in my stomach, tangles in trouble
Like the roots of an aging tree
Wise is the man who knows himself
Knows what he wants to be
Knife in my hand
to police, we don't make a peace bond
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets we do battle in the hood
I was born in
savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold
savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold
I wish a bitch would when I'm walking down the street
I wish a bitch would just to find some release
Don't trust no man
Don't trust the police
I wish
Lil Homie learned
His mum can't support him and she has no concerns
In the hood boys must become men quick
And now it's Lil Homie's turn
Police tape
Discuss these man in a suitcase live by the police Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In