The Roots, Saigon, Truck North - Criminal lyrics

And Monday, they predict the storm
Tuesday, they predict the bang
Wednesday, they cover the crash
And I can see it's all about cash
And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass
And treat me like a criminal

Look, it is what it is because of what it was
I did what I did cause it does what it does
I don't put nothing above what I am
What I love
My family, my blood, my city and my hood
Hater for the greater good
I'm back from Hollywood
And I ain't changed a lick
Though I know I probably should
But what I'm doing is not a good look
I never did it by the good
Book as a lifetime crook
All the petty crime took a toll on me
I look around at my homies
That's getting old on me
But still something got a hold on me
Maybe it's fate
If it's coming, yo, I'm willing to wait
I'm not running i done ran through the muck
I done scrambled and such
I done robbed and odd
Jobbed and gambled enough
Until I'm put up in handcuffs
And pissing in a cup if there's a God
I don't know if he listening or what
And Monday, they predict the storm
Tuesday, they predict the bang
Wednesday, they cover the crash
And I can see it's all about cash
And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass
And treat me like a criminal

Yeah, it is what it is, and that's how it go
Get treated like a criminal if
Crime is all you know
Get greeted like a nigga if
A nigga's all you show
A public enemy that's in the eye of the scope
My city like a island where
You can't find a boat
Have you wishing for a raft
And praying that hope floats
Some real ethnic cleansing going down
No soap who looking for a chair and
Some real strong rope
Just to end it all here, screaming
"Fuck the mayor" he see the faces at the
Bottom of the well clear
They act like I'm something to fear
Trapped in urban warfare
Putting triggers 'head a college career
Can't ignore the call of the wild
That's drawing them near
Try to make fast money last long some years
Try to laugh it off
Still couldn't lose the tears
To the rules, I will not
Adhere, break the law, yeah

And Monday, they predict the storm
Tuesday, they predict the bang
Wednesday, they cover the crash
And I can see it's all about cash
And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass
(And do what?) And treat me like a criminal

Who want to challenge mine? I'm
Sick of St valentine
I did the violent crimes
That's why I got this style of rhyme
Seek repentance to spitting them
Sentences that's senseless
Experience is the difference
You can't convince this
In a crime sense, niggas is infants
I'm like a senior citizen
Still living but getting benefit's
Put emphasis on hitting my
Nemesis in high percentages
Crooked ass cops is the
Reason for my belligerence
And it gets deeper than that
'member nights I used to sleep with a gat
With a package of crack
Under my sneaker strap
D's sneak attack, arraign me
It took a week for that
Beat the rap, but you're saying "Look
He think he the mack" fuck y'all
Niggas who thinking they might try us
Watch us insight riots
Flip cars and light fires
We already been knocked, scrutinized
Plus cops rush to brutalize us
America is polluted by lust
Who could I trust? If I can't trust you
Then I might touch you
If I ain't got love for you then fuck you

And Monday, they predict the storm
Tuesday, they predict the bang
Wednesday, they cover the crash
And I can see it's all about cash
And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass
And treat me like a criminal
And Monday, they predict the storm
Tuesday, they predict the bang
Wednesday, they cover the crash
And I can see it's all about cash
And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass
And treat me like a criminal