Story Behind the Song
I wrote this song while incarcerated a few years ago on a marijuana case(They had to drop the charge). I was thinking about my life and how others think of hustling as something that should be glorified... i decided that being locked up would be a turning point in my life and that I could no longer live the way I was live... Criminal is my story.
Lyrics
Now jakes wanna shake me out
Niggas wanna take me out
snitches wanna make me out to be the worst
now undercovers stake me out
muthafuckas make me doubt
that anything could break me out of this life
eventhough I hold this mike
eventhough I know it's right
in order to control this life
we sold this white
and eventhough it's cold at night
we're bold and bright
and fight with a soldiers might
till the sun brings us solar light
we sell, rebel against hell
even the best fail, may leave a death trail
just to live well eat well and dress well
snitches wanna got tell
we holding in the motel
but oh well, hell no I don't dope sell
that's illegal, Dun, I'm good people
knowing that I'm evil,
niggas run when we pull
never greedy but we eat until we full
think analytical, yall live pitiful
don't blame it on me
blame that on your political system
subliminal fucking with you mental
still I'm the criminal not sentimental
cause of things I've been through
nigga I'll hymn you,
and I don't give a Fuck if I offend you
Hook:What I need is a good defense cause I'm feeling like a criminal
Now ever since I was a child
I was trained to be bugged and wild
Since before bustin' slugs was style
for the things that I had as I child
I was treated foul
And I see how I need them now
and I see that how to get rich
is avoid a snitch
and don't trust a bleeding bitch
now I be smoking weed a shit
for the greed I hit
or write with these meads and bics
see I'm to unique to quit
and I need to feed my kids
I'm not yet a graduate from college
the main thing I have to get in knowledge
but niggas die quick so I use my logic
I sell what I get, whether it's blit or lyrics
I got honor, now hoes that's fly like Ananda
be sending me reminders
but I forget hoes like old timers
who got alzheimers disease
rather die on my feet than to live on my knees
stress on my mind got me blowing trees
like the wind do
and I don't give a fuck if I offend you bitch!
people hate niggas that's rich
like we supposed to be broke
but that's a muthafucking joke
I run with a team of men with no hope
but dope, beats and rhymes that we wrote and quote, but now
Hook:
Now jakes wanna shake me out
niggas wanna take me out
that prosecutor made me out to be a curse
even my mother hates me now
or hates my life
I'm too trife to listen or to take advice
so you don't have to say it twice
cause i won't even hear it once
and I don't even fear your guns
I fear what's in the years to come
if I'm here and a bum
see I've got to stay alive
i'm not the type for a nine to five
but until my time to die
I rhyme and try to clear my mind of lies
and also to find the whys
who's where's whens and what's
so that we can live it up
cause I'm one who gives a fuck
but the broke way of living sucks
to escape it we getting bucks
and we don't depend on luck
my men do serve you like they got menus, punk
and I don't give a fuck if I offend you
I leave beef alone like I was a hindu
if it gets hot I'll slice you like I'm on tenchu
trip like jujitsu, worst than your chick do
dodge me probably my crew will et you
you lucky if you get through
hit you, just cause the muthafucking rents due!
Hook:...and I need to be redeemed to who I sinned against, cause I can't live my life as a thug!
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