A.D. Carson, Preme, TruTh - Trapped lyrics
[A.D. Carson, Preme, TruTh - Trapped lyrics]
They got me trapped i’m only
Trying to do right
I’m driving in my mirror, see the red
White and blue lights
And just have to consider as I pull
Off to the shoulder of the street
If I really broke any laws or if
It’s more to do with me
Having the blood of a slave fueling
The heart of a king
And the temperament to make sure
That this officer sees
Me as a citizen, a denizen
‘cause this is my home
No search and seizure even believing
When you’re in Rome
You live like Romans when you’re
American and you’re black
And try to exercise your rights you
Find a foot in your back
That’s if you’re lucky and if you’re not
You’re dead on the spot
That’s literal and a metaphor
The weather is hot
And you ain’t got much control they
Want you sweating and scared
And that pistol that I got papers
For that’s sitting right there
Inside the dash I wonder if
That’s ‘bout to ignite it
As the officer asks for registration
Insurance and license
They got us trapped
Nah, they can’t keep the Black man down
Yo, Dilla, they got me trapped
Uh uh, they can’t keep the Black man down
Rest in peace to Trayvon and Michael Brown
"We kill and get away how you like us now?"
Is what they badge should say
As they ride around
They took his breath away as
They pried him down
"Let's give a ton of fame to
The ones who banging
Million dollar contracts and they
Can train ‘em
Yo, young’n move that dope nigga
Stop complaining"
Shooting up the block with improper aiming
Sometimes I feel like
That Obama left us hanging
Inauguration, he said we changing
Instead I see discrimination as I'm gaining
They rather work with people like them
I can't blame ‘em offices and in the streets
They restraining
Airing it on Fox TV instead of hangings
You smart, you probably let me go G
Or keep me cooped up in this
Ghetto and catch the Uzi
They got me trapped
Nah, they can’t keep the Black man down
They got us trapped
Uh uh, they can't keep the Black man down"
Trying to do right
I’m driving in my mirror, see the red
White and blue lights
And just have to consider as I pull
Off to the shoulder of the street
If I really broke any laws or if
It’s more to do with me
Having the blood of a slave fueling
The heart of a king
And the temperament to make sure
That this officer sees
Me as a citizen, a denizen
‘cause this is my home
No search and seizure even believing
When you’re in Rome
You live like Romans when you’re
American and you’re black
And try to exercise your rights you
Find a foot in your back
That’s if you’re lucky and if you’re not
You’re dead on the spot
That’s literal and a metaphor
The weather is hot
And you ain’t got much control they
Want you sweating and scared
And that pistol that I got papers
For that’s sitting right there
Inside the dash I wonder if
That’s ‘bout to ignite it
As the officer asks for registration
Insurance and license
They got us trapped
Nah, they can’t keep the Black man down
Yo, Dilla, they got me trapped
Uh uh, they can’t keep the Black man down
Rest in peace to Trayvon and Michael Brown
"We kill and get away how you like us now?"
Is what they badge should say
As they ride around
They took his breath away as
They pried him down
"Let's give a ton of fame to
The ones who banging
Million dollar contracts and they
Can train ‘em
Yo, young’n move that dope nigga
Stop complaining"
Shooting up the block with improper aiming
Sometimes I feel like
That Obama left us hanging
Inauguration, he said we changing
Instead I see discrimination as I'm gaining
They rather work with people like them
I can't blame ‘em offices and in the streets
They restraining
Airing it on Fox TV instead of hangings
You smart, you probably let me go G
Or keep me cooped up in this
Ghetto and catch the Uzi
They got me trapped
Nah, they can’t keep the Black man down
They got us trapped
Uh uh, they can't keep the Black man down"