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Claimin Im a Criminal

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Verse one: lord jamar

7 in the mornin, they kickin down my mommas 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 Im 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 Im 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 theyre doin at their leisure

Down at the station, interrogation is takin place

Overcrowded jails but for me theyre makin space

Tell the devil to his face he can suck my dick

Its the whole black race that theyre 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 wont bite my tongue

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

Who keeps them on a level thats minimum

Thats the number one reason

Chorus: (sample of luther ingrams "im tryin to sing a message to you")

(*they claimin Im a criminal*)

This time and day

Ooooh, gotta run for time

(*they claimin Im a criminal*)

This time and day

Ooooh, gotta run for time

*repeat*

Verse two: sadat x

I was frustrated, I cant 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

Got some bad news on my one phone call the other day

"i love the kids and I teach em to love their father

Ill get you some kicks and try to send some flicks

But its over, baby, yes its over"

Aint much you can do when youre holdin a phone

A million inmates but ya still alone

Youre not cryin but inside ya dyin

You might cry in the night when ya safe and outta sight

Damn I miss my peeps and the rides in the jeeps

And my, casual freedom, wheres my crew when I need em?

A visit aint the same like being in the game

But Ill take it, at least with that Ill make it

The beast is a bitch and I see it

I do the knowledge to em, so next time I can do em

"yo x, I got ta lock it now but write me real soon

I know that youre a busy man, give me a minute"

You can never know the penal til you been locked the fuck up in it

Chorus:

This time and day

Ooooh, gotta run for time

This time and day

Ooooh, gotta run for time

(*they claimin Im a criminal*)

This time and day

Ooooh, gotta run for time

(*they claimin Im a criminal*)

This time and day

Ooooh, gotta run for time

(*they claimin Im a criminal*) (x12)

(*they claimin Im a criminal*)

This time and day

Ooooh, gotta run for time

*repeat to fade*

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