Check one two, one two
Listen up
This is a public service announcement
Listen well...
The United States government
Has maintained a system of slavery, through the penal system
Attacking plants (Marijuana)
F*ck em
Bounce... Bounce
But I'm 'posed to feel bad sellin weed
Gun dealer don't care when you blast somebody
People drank and speed into trees
It seems the pharmacy will never cease catching bodies
But I'm 'posed to feel bad sellin weed
Yo
While I skate by 5-0
I got this paper in the weight of 5 o's
Got to debate how to space what block holds what
To integrate, make em hate what I throw
Few different strains each time I roll through
Niggas wanna blaze, it is I they go to
Gonna live with haze for pain, and all the days of rain
So I ain't poppin a gauge in my brain no
Coppa's don't like that
We sellin peace but these pigs give a bite back
Tell em please let me make my cheese
Crime levels go down when you taste that breeze nigga
Complacent aint me
I aint bringin pain but I thank your envy
But if I pay taxes and hurt nobody
Shouldn't get murked as a purp by shotty
While you coppa's come up
The same block I occupy stop and run up
"Get on the ground! Don't make a sound!
No home should be owned by a pusher that's brown!
Your skin is too dark so you should be a mark!"
A few blocks away though an overdose starts
The doctor who wrote out the scripts on vacation
But ain't no calls on his phone, no debatin...
Now I'm waitin
See I heard I'll be under the state and
The jail that I'm in isn't spacious
I can feel that I'm losin my patience
And my man told me that my girl been trippin
Cus we broke and it's gon be christmas
So she smokin and hope for distance
Cus detectives done stepped in and broke the dishes
So I mope and I'm wishing
The D.A. got a stroke from his mistress
I just met with my lawyer a month late
And I ain't the first case on his mission
And the judge I can tell he been drankin
Saw my skin and he fell out of patience
Set my trial out a year
Then he skates to the nearest location to break out a beer
While the bailiff just jails me against all my tears
He don't care for the fears
He don't care for my kids
But he acts like he really does better for his
Ain't a damn good thing bout this system we live in
Forgiveness is gone
They 'posed to be christian
F*ck em no love if they can't let me be
And f*ck your abduction for selling some weed
Look man...
F*ck you
F*ck you
If that offends you, F*ck you too
Gun dealer don't care when you blast somebody
People drank and speed into trees
It seems the pharmacy will never cease catching bodies
But I'm 'posed to feel bad sellin weed
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Check one two, one two
Listen up
This is a public service announcement
Listen well...
The United States government
Has maintained a system of slavery, through the penal system
Attacking plants (Marijuana)
F*ck em
Bounce... Bounce
But I'm 'posed to feel bad sellin weed
Gun dealer don't care when you blast somebody
People drank and speed into trees
It seems the pharmacy will never cease catching bodies
But I'm 'posed to feel bad sellin weed
Yo
While I skate by 5-0
I got this paper in the weight of 5 o's
Got to debate how to space what block holds what
To integrate, make em hate what I throw
Few different strains each time I roll through
Niggas wanna blaze, it is I they go to
Gonna live with haze for pain, and all the days of rain
So I ain't poppin a gauge in my brain no
Coppa's don't like that
We sellin peace but these pigs give a bite back
Tell em please let me make my cheese
Crime levels go down when you taste that breeze nigga
Complacent aint me
I aint bringin pain but I thank your envy
But if I pay taxes and hurt nobody
Shouldn't get murked as a purp by shotty
While you coppa's come up
The same block I occupy stop and run up
"Get on the ground! Don't make a sound!
No home should be owned by a pusher that's brown!
Your skin is too dark so you should be a mark!"
A few blocks away though an overdose starts
The doctor who wrote out the scripts on vacation
But ain't no calls on his phone, no debatin...
Now I'm waitin
See I heard I'll be under the state and
The jail that I'm in isn't spacious
I can feel that I'm losin my patience
And my man told me that my girl been trippin
Cus we broke and it's gon be christmas
So she smokin and hope for distance
Cus detectives done stepped in and broke the dishes
So I mope and I'm wishing
The D.A. got a stroke from his mistress
I just met with my lawyer a month late
And I ain't the first case on his mission
And the judge I can tell he been drankin
Saw my skin and he fell out of patience
Set my trial out a year
Then he skates to the nearest location to break out a beer
While the bailiff just jails me against all my tears
He don't care for the fears
He don't care for my kids
But he acts like he really does better for his
Ain't a damn good thing bout this system we live in
Forgiveness is gone
They 'posed to be christian
F*ck em no love if they can't let me be
And f*ck your abduction for selling some weed
Look man...
F*ck you
F*ck you
If that offends you, F*ck you too
Gun dealer don't care when you blast somebody
People drank and speed into trees
It seems the pharmacy will never cease catching bodies
But I'm 'posed to feel bad sellin weed
Listen up
This is a public service announcement
Listen well...
The United States government
Has maintained a system of slavery, through the penal system
Attacking plants (Marijuana)
F*ck em
Bounce... Bounce
But I'm 'posed to feel bad sellin weed
Gun dealer don't care when you blast somebody
People drank and speed into trees
It seems the pharmacy will never cease catching bodies
But I'm 'posed to feel bad sellin weed
Yo
While I skate by 5-0
I got this paper in the weight of 5 o's
Got to debate how to space what block holds what
To integrate, make em hate what I throw
Few different strains each time I roll through
Niggas wanna blaze, it is I they go to
Gonna live with haze for pain, and all the days of rain
So I ain't poppin a gauge in my brain no
Coppa's don't like that
We sellin peace but these pigs give a bite back
Tell em please let me make my cheese
Crime levels go down when you taste that breeze nigga
Complacent aint me
I aint bringin pain but I thank your envy
But if I pay taxes and hurt nobody
Shouldn't get murked as a purp by shotty
While you coppa's come up
The same block I occupy stop and run up
"Get on the ground! Don't make a sound!
No home should be owned by a pusher that's brown!
Your skin is too dark so you should be a mark!"
A few blocks away though an overdose starts
The doctor who wrote out the scripts on vacation
But ain't no calls on his phone, no debatin...
Now I'm waitin
See I heard I'll be under the state and
The jail that I'm in isn't spacious
I can feel that I'm losin my patience
And my man told me that my girl been trippin
Cus we broke and it's gon be christmas
So she smokin and hope for distance
Cus detectives done stepped in and broke the dishes
So I mope and I'm wishing
The D.A. got a stroke from his mistress
I just met with my lawyer a month late
And I ain't the first case on his mission
And the judge I can tell he been drankin
Saw my skin and he fell out of patience
Set my trial out a year
Then he skates to the nearest location to break out a beer
While the bailiff just jails me against all my tears
He don't care for the fears
He don't care for my kids
But he acts like he really does better for his
Ain't a damn good thing bout this system we live in
Forgiveness is gone
They 'posed to be christian
F*ck em no love if they can't let me be
And f*ck your abduction for selling some weed
Look man...
F*ck you
F*ck you
If that offends you, F*ck you too
Gun dealer don't care when you blast somebody
People drank and speed into trees
It seems the pharmacy will never cease catching bodies
But I'm 'posed to feel bad sellin weed
Writer: Cornell Gordon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid