It's a Shame
[Z-Ro:] Who else but me can see the state of emergency that we face? ’
Cause wearin’ of certain clothin’ can get a brother a case
Talkin’ pants,
Air Force
Ones & a baseball cap
It’s casual, but to authorities it mean you sellin’ crack
It’s A Shame
I can’t ride on the rich side of town
Without bein’ pulled over, thrown on the hood & patted down
Searchin’ my person for weapons & drug paraphernalia
It’s rough on a thug that’s what
I’m tellin’ ya
When I say thug,
I don’t mean
I’m supposed to be locked behind bars ’
Cause my acronym for thug is
True Hero
Under God
But still
I’m a criminal ’cause
I got gold teeth
Ain’t no justice for blacks, just us with no sleep
And they wonder why
I keep a Glock 40 on my hip ’
Cause Houston police department love to empty full clips.
Accidental death?
********!
They murdered all my eses
Chinga tu madre de policina {?} puente
If they get out of line,
I get out of line
I’ll be damn if
I don’t fight for my freedom & don’t mind dyin’
Already got one foot in the grave, ain’t **** for me to jump in
Almost overdosin’ on codeine, heart barely pumpin’
I’m high all the time, straight addicted
Paranoid, my dog might be a detective, so
I don’t wanna kick it
Even though
I don’t rob banks or sell street rocks
I still be callin’ collect to
Trae to say, come bail me out
This crooked ass
America, I swear they got some game
Every city
I travel to, the situation the same
I can’t even say it’s racial ’cause
I got some white friends
Then again, they get patted ’cause
I’m not a white friend
It’s A Shame. [Chorus: Z-Ro]
Bad enough they wanna follow me around the store
Like I’m a steal somethin’ thinkin’
I ain’t got no dough
And if I die tonight, they’ll think
I did a crime for it
Offer me 25, insistin’ that
I sign for it
Why I can't drive a fancy ride & rock diamonds & gold
Why every time
I shine you wanna crucify my soul
Under investigation ’cause the ghetto on parole
Something’s wrong, if
I’m not flowin’
It’s A Shame. [Z-Ro:] 27 years of struggle is all
I saw I done lost homies to homies & homies to the law
Everywhere
I lay my head, there been homicides
I done seen so many murders since the day my mama died.
I ain’t lyin’.
Will I remit?
Will I survive?
Can I breathe? ’
Cause I don’t see too many
Christians just murderers & thieves
And I never seen a man cry, until
I seen a man die
But he was tryin’ to do me so
I had to make that man fly.
Will the authorities understand self-defense?
All they give a damn about is who did it & evidence
Screamin’ guilty to take another thug off the street
Prejudiced prosecutors can’t keep no blood off the street
I’m one deep, if
I gotta use my burner,
I’m safe I ain’t gotta go "Rollin’ on the River" like
Tina Turner ’
Cause this crooked ass
America, I swear they got some game
Innocent until never found guilty, but still in chains
It’s A Shame. [Chorus: Z-Ro]
Bad enough they wanna follow me around the store
Like I’m a steal somethin’ thinkin’
I ain’t got no dough
And if I die tonight, they’ll think
I did a crime for it
Offer me 25, insistin’ that
I sign for it
Why I can't drive a fancy ride & rock diamonds & gold
Why every time
I shine you wanna crucify my soul
Under investigation ’cause the ghetto on parole
Something’s wrong, if
I’m not flowin’
It’s A Shame.
It's a ShameLRC歌词
[Z-Ro:] Who else but me can see the state of emergency that we face? ’
Cause wearin’ of certain clothin’ can get a brother a case
Talkin’ pants,
Air Force
Ones & a baseball cap
It’s casual, but to authorities it mean you sellin’ crack
It’s A Shame
I can’t ride on the rich side of town
Without bein’ pulled over, thrown on the hood & patted down
Searchin’ my person for weapons & drug paraphernalia
It’s rough on a thug that’s what
I’m tellin’ ya
When I say thug,
I don’t mean
I’m supposed to be locked behind bars ’
Cause my acronym for thug is
True Hero
Under God
But still
I’m a criminal ’cause
I got gold teeth
Ain’t no justice for blacks, just us with no sleep
And they wonder why
I keep a Glock 40 on my hip ’
Cause Houston police department love to empty full clips.
Accidental death?
********!
They murdered all my eses
Chinga tu madre de policina {?} puente
If they get out of line,
I get out of line
I’ll be damn if
I don’t fight for my freedom & don’t mind dyin’
Already got one foot in the grave, ain’t **** for me to jump in
Almost overdosin’ on codeine, heart barely pumpin’
I’m high all the time, straight addicted
Paranoid, my dog might be a detective, so
I don’t wanna kick it
Even though
I don’t rob banks or sell street rocks
I still be callin’ collect to
Trae to say, come bail me out
This crooked ass
America, I swear they got some game
Every city
I travel to, the situation the same
I can’t even say it’s racial ’cause
I got some white friends
Then again, they get patted ’cause
I’m not a white friend
It’s A Shame. [Chorus: Z-Ro]
Bad enough they wanna follow me around the store
Like I’m a steal somethin’ thinkin’
I ain’t got no dough
And if I die tonight, they’ll think
I did a crime for it
Offer me 25, insistin’ that
I sign for it
Why I can't drive a fancy ride & rock diamonds & gold
Why every time
I shine you wanna crucify my soul
Under investigation ’cause the ghetto on parole
Something’s wrong, if
I’m not flowin’
It’s A Shame. [Z-Ro:] 27 years of struggle is all
I saw I done lost homies to homies & homies to the law
Everywhere
I lay my head, there been homicides
I done seen so many murders since the day my mama died.
I ain’t lyin’.
Will I remit?
Will I survive?
Can I breathe? ’
Cause I don’t see too many
Christians just murderers & thieves
And I never seen a man cry, until
I seen a man die
But he was tryin’ to do me so
I had to make that man fly.
Will the authorities understand self-defense?
All they give a damn about is who did it & evidence
Screamin’ guilty to take another thug off the street
Prejudiced prosecutors can’t keep no blood off the street
I’m one deep, if
I gotta use my burner,
I’m safe I ain’t gotta go "Rollin’ on the River" like
Tina Turner ’
Cause this crooked ass
America, I swear they got some game
Innocent until never found guilty, but still in chains
It’s A Shame. [Chorus: Z-Ro]
Bad enough they wanna follow me around the store
Like I’m a steal somethin’ thinkin’
I ain’t got no dough
And if I die tonight, they’ll think
I did a crime for it
Offer me 25, insistin’ that
I sign for it
Why I can't drive a fancy ride & rock diamonds & gold
Why every time
I shine you wanna crucify my soul
Under investigation ’cause the ghetto on parole
Something’s wrong, if
I’m not flowin’
It’s A Shame.
