Song | It's a Shame |
Artist | Z-Ro |
Album | Let the Truth Be Told |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[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. |
ZRo: 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: ZRo | |
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. ZRo: 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 selfdefense? | |
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: ZRo | |
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. |
ZRo: 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: ZRo | |
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. ZRo: 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 selfdefense? | |
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: ZRo | |
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. |