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Tired Og Being Stepped On

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Жанры :    electronic   italo disco   80s   alt rock   folk

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[D-Shot]
Mack D-Shot, brought up by the middle class
I did time for crime cuz I was living ass
I spent two on the lockdown in Preston
To hire me is way out the question
Jail cells for a black man`s punishment
Didn`t give a damn cuz the other man`s runnin it
Now I`m back on the streets, I gotta compete so
But you can`t beat no case
When you`re trapped in the system
The government, want you to diss them
Now I`m back on the bed, where I once slept on
I`m tired of being stepped on
[B-Legit]
I ain`t prejudiced, I gots nathan on the white man
I`m only down for my folks who is right and
so what`s wrong with potnah with the gat on the job
He wanna squab cuz it seems I`m the mob
Pull you over, then he searchin your whole car
Fo` deep and you gotta be the rock star
"So where`s the crack main? So where`s the gats main?
You know you brothers, you call it a black thang"
I`m not in your hood, up to no-good-ism
So won`t you go on with all the old racism
Unless you want me to take, the law in my own hands
Cuz dude, I`m a strong man
And that`s a black man, tired of being stepped on
In the late night, always get crept on
By some authority who needs to really be fired
Cuz Legit is straight tired
[E-40]
Play Bay, back of hill and up there by Real
Twenty-two months of eatin that stuff on a shingle
Ninety days left, I`m almost out of jail
On a mission about my meal, to the hillside of Vallel
There I will sell, rocks so slick
Build up clientele, and hit the task hill
No other choice, I`m on parole I got a felony
I look for a job, but then they diss me, diss me
Man, my mother is disabled I ain`t got no food on the table
All I can afford is noodles with the generic label
This goes on for about a week and a half
I need to think fast, I need some cash let me water my grass
and make it greener, then I started think of all types of
gimmicks and gadgets, as I looked through the cabinets
Man, what should I do my friend, hop in the game again?
I guess I`m headed for the pen
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