August 31st,
I'm in the courtroom with the jury jury
They can't insure me or crew me for
the years I'm about to face in
They open and shut my case man,
my homie left two cops in the basement stinking
Now they got clearance to knock on my
door and tape it to the station
Criticize my patience and funder
with my mind and my organization
And scar my nation with psycho
logical interrogation
Plus I got his own picture playing game
sign at the police station
You know they occupation
Shit, they indulge in separation,
counterfactual conversation
121 guns, 200 keys,
an investigation
CCA murders, 12 never heard of, forensic
Tryna catch me up and
actually pen it
Meanwhile my lawyer extended,
judge offended
Because the witness was either
paid off or pretended
And tryna fit me in it, damn
Miscompetition, crowds to court stand
Is this
America?
It's the one that say
Lift every voice and fuck your character
As soon as you challenge the
state with your religion
They come with quick
decisions to counteract
No quick decisions, shit
I make double more than
Oprah
Winfrey
This the shit that gets me
They put you on camera
and call you guilty
Because you filthy,
they try to take your money or give you filthy
Swiftly they bring you up
to intentionally knock you down
To eventually turn your
smile into a frown
Remember, what goes around,
they come to shut you down
Seek it and die
I give my life just to tell the truth
And if these motherfuckers kill me,
then I'll die for you
This system isn't for the blacks,
so put on your brakes
They throw our ass off in the pit
with these harder snakes
Man, every nine out of ten,
gotta hit the pen
They let our ass out for a breather,
then we back again
So with your hand,
grab your little man and jack your dick
You didn't believe the pigs wanted you,
but they got career
For every nigga that they catch,
it's a penny earned
For every nigga that they kill,
it's a penny burned
And then they prophesied
our life in a little book
And drag a man head down the road,
another life is took
Now who's guilty in this verdict?
Is it you or me?
Cause you done killed more niggas
than sold more dope in society
And then you blame us for this
shit that you have done
And then you judge us like you
God, but there's only one
You think a mother don't feel the
pain when the baby cries
You think a child isn't a bastard
when his daddy died
You claim you righteous and you loyal,
look me in my eye
You got us locked up by
the masses and we crucify
By your secret indictments
Secret indictments
Secret indictments
Secret indictments
Now what's the purpose when this game was designed for the blacks,
I mean, for the shorties
that was pushing the packs, a matter of fact,
I was supposed to die before I was 21, but
tell em this is something new up under the sun,
we broke away the puppet strings, seen
our families in the poverty, and started massing up this dope game,
I started small time dope
When pushing rocks on the block,
I can't go broke, man
The
ATF is on the roof,
I know they scoping
But still,
Johnny
Cochran gon' be my spokesman
It clear this whole thing,
this not a conspiracy
It's when I equal up to you,
then you get rid of me
You said it tend to be
Too many of my black people downtown
They be moving in your vicinity
When will this land be free?
I know you watching me
But all you got on me is probably
Secret and
Dive
Thank for
Do Or Die 
