[Verse 1: They just stop them and frisk, you better move lightly I they got a contest, ask Bill O'Reilly Afraid you'll get up, they'll throw away the key They're free to across the sea, you ain't even free Still awaiting retrials, for deals, in New York Overcrowded Louisiana, California it's Chicago is a wasteland, even in the summer No education, programs, now they murdering other Born into prisons, most ghetto got bars When you live without shit, go head and worship cars The vista from the stoops, billboards, you bored And on the block, you got bars, drug dealers and Father might be gone, or he's working two at home's an oxymoron, moms working too hard Latchkey kids, no role models, no No homework, eat some Mickey Ds and get some violence
AWKWORD] x2 They with they cars, and they laws, and they bars They come at you sideways, no way get off And your life, you heard, stay away from them cops And your word and your balls, is all you got
2] I'm sorry Mr. President, I'm sorry Mr. I'm sorry Mr. Governor, we can't, her See this country of ours, see this world of Was never really yours, we just got a bored Nowadays, you got to deal, with all breeds, of all I guess you, the right, to type right, all uptight Pause, of us is goblins, except that one guy And that was just, one story, told a bunch of times On the real, call this the first hint of a And when I say some shit's a problem it's not jargon The I'm causing, gonna have the CIA watching I've seen them take the picture, I bleed for the orphans The and the starving, the lost ones, stuck with no options It's awesome, like people straight out of their coffins See we know, it's us, no justice in this bitch Rest in peace Ron Arm, Elementary rich
x2 They come with they cars, and they laws, and they come at you sideways, no way you'll get off And your whole life, you heard, stay away from cops And your and your balls, is all that you got
3] So what we do, that's the question of course A lot of human beings, struggled these thoughts You got the for Radicals, The Activist Handbook I threw it all away, create our own standard There are more locked up here, than anywhere Plus, most of them on drug charges, most never Most of them in jail, probably cause they smelt Weed crimes, fill a of a lot of the damn cells Stand still, we won't, we tall, we all enough, to say enough is enough, so come on Shit, ain't hard to tell, take a little around Feel like everyone in prison's black or they brown And kind of hard for me to be, all black 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 smoke
x2 They come they cars, and they laws, and they bars come at you sideways, no way you'll get off And your whole life, you heard, stay away from cops And your word and balls, is all that you got