Jay Qwest - Alabama Lyrics

Granddaddy born in Alabama
Grandmamma born in Alabama
My mama from down there
Sharecropping, picked cotton there
I was a nigga and a negro
A villain and a hero
The sheriff at the door
Asking ""do we want more or want war?""
Nah
Stay silent like Christmas night
I don't wanna see them blue lights
I wanna see that jail life
Play dumb even though I'm not
Play dumb not to get shot
That's for cops an family too
Cousin been bugging and looking to get loose They picking on him at school
Bullied him with abuse
And I cant protect him
Got probation when I was reckless
Now they stole Grandmamma necklace
Cops ain't come, I'm on my own
Looking for some get back, get that
Uh
Pap, pap, pap
Now give it back, get it back
Don't let em take nothing from you
Don't ever let em chump you
Don't ever run either
Never raised to be afraid
And never hate what another man makes
You better get it on your own
Cowards can run but never find a home
In the wild, out here, (over here) they on they own