Verse One: Lord Jamar

7 in the mornin, they kickin down my momma's door

Now tell me what is this motherfuckin drama for?

Can a nigga get rest after rest without the stress?

Then they put the Glock to my chest

Best think 'fore I twitch or I'm popped

off to the clink with this bitch ass cop

They gotta nigga locked like the dread on my head, jack

And if I try to fight back, well then I'm dead, black

I got the right to an attorney and to stay silent

They got the right to try to burn me if I play violent

I know the game so I just roll with the procedure

Illegal search and seizure, somethin that they're doin at their

leisure

Down at the station, interrogation is takin place

Overcrowded jails but for me they're makin space

Tell the devil to his face he can suck my dick

It's the whole black race that they're fuckin with

Come to find my crime was lettin brothers know the time

Only the devil is stoppin me from eatin swine

And plus my prior record sealed my fate

One For All and In God We Trust got me sent upstate

But still I won't bite my tongue

I just write tight shit to incite the young, to fight the one

who keeps them on a level that's minimum

That's the number one reason

Chorus: (sample of Luther Ingram's "I'm Tryin To Sing A Message To

You")

(*They claimin I'm a criminal*)

This time and day

Ooooh, gotta run for time

(*They claimin I'm a criminal*)

This time and day

Ooooh, gotta run for time

*repeat*

Verse Two: Sadat X

I was frustrated, I can't do no more push-ups

Niggas be swole up, locked down cos of a hold-up

"The devil made me do it" is what I say

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