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? Bullshit! 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 shit 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.

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