From the words I say, so hey
If I get a little wicked it's ok
But I gotta get paid fuckin' ay
And if you don't know me,
I add a little rock and roll and clock the dough
I sell my soul to the preacher's church
I ain't with the bullshit,
you get your preachin' ass hurt
You want to judge me, when I don't judge you
I tell the ho true be nothin'
When the devil gets inside
It ain't a new thang, it ain't old seed
The truth is always new, but
It's that the dev il's the preach
er and God's the president
They lockin' up brothers for
petty crimes and petty theft
The government's the leadin'
Then they tell me I don't
When the mayor sells ki's
'Cause they still look at us
So yo, they got me trapped
360 degrees that I don't believe in
Fuck that shit I want to bankroll
And if I gotta sell my soul,
Sometimes I care sometimes I won't
You may thinks this way so when I say
You better push play 'cause
They don't care about you or me
The white man tells the black
And up to this day niggaz still ain't free
Because we all got red blood,
an d whites kill themselves
Either way you look at it