Z-Ro - It's a Shame lyrics
[Z-Ro - It's a Shame lyrics]
Who else but me
Can see the state of emergency that we face
Cause wearin of certain clothin can
Get a brother a case
Talkin pants, Air Force Ones
And a baseball cap it's casual
But to authorities it mean you sellin crack
It's a shame I can't ride on
The rich side of town
Without bein pulled over
Thrown on the hood and patted down
Searchin my person for weapons
And drug paraphenalia
It's rough on a thug that's
What I'm tellin ya when I say thug
I don't mean I'm 'sposed to
Be locked behind bars
Cause my acronym for thug is
True Hero Under God
But still I'm a criminal cause
I got gold teeth
Ain't no justice for blacks
Just-us with no sleep
And they wonder why I keep a
Glock 40 on my hip
Cause Houston police department love
To empty full clips
Accidental death? Bullshit! They murdered
All my eses
Chinga tu madre de policina bust ya cuete
If they get out of line, I get out of line
I'll be damned if I don't fight for
My freedom and don't mind dyin
Already got one foot in the grave
Ain't shit for me to jump in
Almost overdosin on codeine
Heart barely pumpin
I'm high all the time, straight addicted
Paranoid, my dog might be a detective
So I don't wanna kick it
Even though I don't rob banks
Or sell street rocks
I still be callin collect to Trae to say
Come bail me out this crooked-ass America
I swear they got some game
Every city I travel to
The situation the same
I can't even say it's racial cause
I got some white friends then again
They get patted cause I'm not a white friend
It's a shame
Bad enough they wanna follow
Me around the sto' like I'ma steal somethin
Thinkin I ain't got no dough
And if I got alot
They'll think I did a crime for it
Offer me 25, insistin that I sign for it
Why I can't drive a fancy ride
And rock diamonds and gold
Why every time I shine you
Wanna crucify my soul
Under investigation cause the
Ghetto on parole something's wrong
If I'm not flowin it's a shame
27 years of struggle is all I saw
I done lost homies to homies
And homies to the law
Everywhere I lay my head, dere been homicides
I done seen so many murders since
The day my momma died
I ain't lyin, will I remit, will I survive
Can I breathe? Cause, I don't see too many
Christians as murderers and thieves
And I never seen a man cry
Until I seen a man die
But he was tryin to do me so
I had to make that man fly
Will the authorities understand self-defense
All they give a damn about is
Who did it and evidence
Screamin guilty to take another
Thug off the street
Prejudiced prosecutors can't keep no
Blood off the street
I'm one deep, if I gotta use my burner
I'm safe i ain't gotta go "Rollin' on
The River" like Tina Turner
Cause this crooked-ass America
I swear they got some game
Innocent until never found guilty
But still in chains it's a shame
Can see the state of emergency that we face
Cause wearin of certain clothin can
Get a brother a case
Talkin pants, Air Force Ones
And a baseball cap it's casual
But to authorities it mean you sellin crack
It's a shame I can't ride on
The rich side of town
Without bein pulled over
Thrown on the hood and patted down
Searchin my person for weapons
And drug paraphenalia
It's rough on a thug that's
What I'm tellin ya when I say thug
I don't mean I'm 'sposed to
Be locked behind bars
Cause my acronym for thug is
True Hero Under God
But still I'm a criminal cause
I got gold teeth
Ain't no justice for blacks
Just-us with no sleep
And they wonder why I keep a
Glock 40 on my hip
Cause Houston police department love
To empty full clips
Accidental death? Bullshit! They murdered
All my eses
Chinga tu madre de policina bust ya cuete
If they get out of line, I get out of line
I'll be damned if I don't fight for
My freedom and don't mind dyin
Already got one foot in the grave
Ain't shit for me to jump in
Almost overdosin on codeine
Heart barely pumpin
I'm high all the time, straight addicted
Paranoid, my dog might be a detective
So I don't wanna kick it
Even though I don't rob banks
Or sell street rocks
I still be callin collect to Trae to say
Come bail me out this crooked-ass America
I swear they got some game
Every city I travel to
The situation the same
I can't even say it's racial cause
I got some white friends then again
They get patted cause I'm not a white friend
It's a shame
Bad enough they wanna follow
Me around the sto' like I'ma steal somethin
Thinkin I ain't got no dough
And if I got alot
They'll think I did a crime for it
Offer me 25, insistin that I sign for it
Why I can't drive a fancy ride
And rock diamonds and gold
Why every time I shine you
Wanna crucify my soul
Under investigation cause the
Ghetto on parole something's wrong
If I'm not flowin it's a shame
27 years of struggle is all I saw
I done lost homies to homies
And homies to the law
Everywhere I lay my head, dere been homicides
I done seen so many murders since
The day my momma died
I ain't lyin, will I remit, will I survive
Can I breathe? Cause, I don't see too many
Christians as murderers and thieves
And I never seen a man cry
Until I seen a man die
But he was tryin to do me so
I had to make that man fly
Will the authorities understand self-defense
All they give a damn about is
Who did it and evidence
Screamin guilty to take another
Thug off the street
Prejudiced prosecutors can't keep no
Blood off the street
I'm one deep, if I gotta use my burner
I'm safe i ain't gotta go "Rollin' on
The River" like Tina Turner
Cause this crooked-ass America
I swear they got some game
Innocent until never found guilty
But still in chains it's a shame