歌曲歌詞
Street livin', caught in a trap
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Be like kings or be like pawns
They called us ******s, now they call us cons
Street ******s be packing pistols
Terrorists be blasting missles
Crips and bloods and retail thugs
CIA planes bring Columbian drugs
Don't push me cause I'm close to hell
The teachers in my neighborhood can hardly spell
And compare to them,
Prison guards get payed well
Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
So, forget about the statue of General Lee
Because the status of blacks are generally
Are gonna end up in some penitentiary
Systematically,
That's how they made it to be
Listen, they derailed the soul train
And put a nightmare
Into every Martin Luther King
And privatize prisons are owned by the same
Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
And racists no longer have to be racist
Cause ******s kill more ******s than the KKK did
Now, every time I hear a new def jam
******s killing ******s like they Ku Klux Klan
I understand what's a ****** to choose?
Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news