7 in the mornin, they kickin down my momma's door
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Now tell me what is this motherfuckin drama for?
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Can a nigga get rest after rest without the stress?
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Then they put the Glock to my chest
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Best think 'fore I twitch or I'm popped
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off to the clink with this bitch ass cop
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They gotta nigga locked like the dread on my head, jack
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And if I try to fight back, well then I'm dead, black
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I got the right to an attorney and to stay silent
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They got the right to try to burn me if I play violent
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I know the game so I just roll with the procedure
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Illegal search and seizure, somethin that they're doin at their
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leisure
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Down at the station, interrogation is takin place
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Overcrowded jails but for me they're makin space
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Tell the devil to his face he can suck my dick
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It's the whole black race that they're fuckin with
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Come to find my crime was lettin brothers know the time
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Only the devil is stoppin me from eatin swine
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And plus my prior record sealed my fate
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One For All and In God We Trust got me sent upstate
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But still I won't bite my tongue
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I just write tight shit to incite the young, to fight the one
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who keeps them on a level that's minimum
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That's the number one reason
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Chorus: (sample of Luther Ingram's "I'm Tryin To Sing A Message To
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You")
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(*They claimin I'm a criminal*)
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This time and day
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Ooooh, gotta run for time
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(*They claimin I'm a criminal*)
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This time and day
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Ooooh, gotta run for time
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*repeat*
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Verse Two: Sadat X
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I was frustrated, I can't do no more push-ups
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Niggas be swole up, locked down cos of a hold-up
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"The devil made me do it" is what I say
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Got some bad news on my one phone call the other day
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"I love the kids and I teach em to love their father
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I'll get you some kicks and try to send some flicks
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but it's over, baby, yes it's over"
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Ain't much you can do when you're holdin a phone
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A million inmates but ya still alone
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You're not cryin but inside ya dyin
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You might cry in the night when ya safe and outta sight
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Damn I miss my peeps and the rides in the jeeps
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and my, casual freedom, where's my crew when I need em?
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A visit ain't the same like being in the game
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but I'll take it, at least with that I'll make it
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The beast is a bitch and I see it
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I do the knowledge to em, so next time I can do em
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"Yo X, I got ta lock it now but write me real soon
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I know that you're a busy man, give me a minute"
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You can never know the penal til you been locked the fuck up in it
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Chorus:
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This time and day
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Ooooh, gotta run for time
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This time and day
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Ooooh, gotta run for time
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(*They claimin I'm a criminal*)
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This time and day
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Ooooh, gotta run for time
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(*They claimin I'm a criminal*)
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This time and day
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Ooooh, gotta run for time
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(*They claimin I'm a criminal*) (x12)
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(*They claimin I'm a criminal*)
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This time and day
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Ooooh, gotta run for time
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*repeat to fade
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Claimin` I`m A Criminal
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Brand Nubian |