| Song | It's a Shame |
| Artist | Z-Ro |
| Album | Let the Truth Be Told |
| [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. |