[Verse 1: just stop them and frisk, you better move real lightly I heard they got a contest, ask Bill you'll get locked up, they'll throw away the key They're free to move the sea, you ain't even free Still retrials, for drug deals, in New York Overcrowded Louisiana, California sport Chicago is a wasteland, even in the summer No education, programs, now they murdering other Born into prisons, ghetto buildings got bars When you without shit, go head and worship them cars The vista from the stoops, billboards, you bored And on the block, you got bars, drug dealers and might be gone, or he's working two jobs Stay at home's an oxymoron, moms working too Latchkey kids, no models, no guidance No homework, eat some Mickey Ds and get into some
[Hook: x2 come with they cars, and they laws, and they bars They at you sideways, no way you'll get off And your whole life, you heard, away from them cops And your word and balls, is all that you got
2] I'm Mr. President, I'm sorry Mr. Senator I'm sorry Mr. Governor, we can't, her See this country of ours, see world of ours Was really yours, we just got a little bored Nowadays, you got to deal, all breeds, of all types I guess you, the right, to type right, all uptight Pause, none of us is goblins, except one guy And that was just, one story, told a of damn times On the real, call the first hint of a problem And when I say some shit's a it's not industry jargon The problem I'm causing, have the CIA watching I've seen them take the damn picture, I bleed for the The sick and the starving, the lost ones, stuck no options It's awesome, like pulling people straight out of their See we know, just us, no justice in this bitch Rest in peace Ron Arm, forever Elementary
x2 They come with cars, and they laws, and they bars come at you sideways, no way you'll get off And your whole life, you heard, stay from them cops And word and your balls, is all that you got
3] So we gonna do, that's the question of course A lot of human beings, struggled over these You got the Rules for Radicals, The Activist I threw it all away, let's our own standard There are more locked up here, than else Plus, most of them on drug charges, most dealt Most of them in jail, probably there cause smelt Weed crimes, fill a hell of a lot of the cells still, we won't, we stand tall, we all Brave enough, to say is enough, so come on Shit, ain't hard to tell, take a little look Feel like everyone in either black or they brown And it's kind of hard for me to be, all and proud But I been in the damn system, seen my friends go the wretched of the earth, hit me on the low And if anybody ask, I pay tax and don't
x2 They come they cars, and they laws, and they bars They at you sideways, no way you'll get off And whole life, you heard, stay away from them cops And your and your balls, is all that you got