When I reach inside my pockets 
All my money’s been spent 
Sometimes 
I think about the days back when 
It’s hard to get away 
From things you knew growing up 
Like rolling through the parties, see cops 
Say Mr. Officer 
Your better get up in line 
We only want the finest herbs from the vine 
Say Mr. Officer 
You better get up in line 
We only wanna play the music right 
We singin 
We don’t wanna go 
Don’t let it pass you by 
Even though these flashing lights 
They seem to shine your eyes so bright 
While the man come a reading you your rights 
Without warning 
Bless for the sounds that you hear 
Bless the badge and the gun for your fears 
All the ones that you’ve lost through them years 
Doing time when your time should be cleared 
We singing 
We don’t wanna go