The Roots - Criminal Lyrics

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Monday they predict the storm

Tuesday they predict the bang

Wednesday they cover the crash

And i can see it's all about cash

And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass

And treat me like a criminal

Look it is what it is because of what it was

I did what i did 'cause it does what it does

I don't put nothin' above what i am what i love

My family my blood my city and my hood

Hater for the greater good i'm back from hollywood

And i ain't changed a lick though i know i probably should

But what i'm doin' is not a good look

I never did it by the good book as a lifetime crook

All the petty crime took a toll on me

I look around at my homies that's gettin' old on me

But still somethin' gotta hold on me maybe it's faith

If it's comin' yo i'm willing to wait

I'm not runnin' i done ran through the muck

I done scrambled and such

I done robbed an odd job and gambled enough

Till i'm put up in handcuffs and pissin' in a cup

If there's a god i don't know if he listenin' or what?

Monday they predict the storm

Tuesday they predict the bang

Wednesday they cover the crash

And i can see it's all about cash

And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass

And treat me like a criminal

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Yeah it is what it is and that's how it go

Get treated like a criminal if crime is all you know

Get get greeted like a nigga if the nigga is all you show

A public enemy to send a eye in the scope

My city like a island where you can't find a boat

Have you wishin' for a raft and prayin? that hope flows

Some will [incomprehensible]

Who lookin' for a chair and some real strong rope

Just to end it all here screamin' "fuck the mayor"

He see the faces at the bottom of the welfare

They act like i'm somethin' to fear trapped in urban warfare

Pullin' triggers at a college career

Can't ignore the call of the wild that's drawin' 'em near

Try to make fast money last long some years

Try to laugh it off still couldn't lose the tears

To the rules i will not adhere break the law yeah

Monday they predict the storm

Tuesday they predict the bang

Wednesday they cover the crash

And i can see it's all about cash

And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass

And treat me like a criminal

Who wanna challenge mine? i'm sick of st. valentine

I did the violent crimes that's why i got this style of rhyme

Seek repentance to spittin? them sentences to senseless

Experience is the difference you can't convince this

In a crime sense niggas is infants

I'm like a senior citizen still livin' but gettin' benefits

Put emphasis on hittin' my nemesis in high percentages

Crooked ass cops is the reason for my belligerence

And it gets deeper than that

Remember nights i used to sleep wit a gat

With a package of crack under my sneaker strap

D's sneak attack and raid me it took a week for that

Beat the rat but you're sayin' "look he think he the mack"

Fuck ya'll niggas who thinkin' they might try us

Watch us inside riots blue cars and light fires

We already been knocked scrutinized

Plus cops rush to brutalize us

America's polluted by lust who could i trust?

If i can't trust you then i might touch you

If i ain't got love for you then fuck you

Monday they predict the storm

Tuesday they predict the bang

Wednesday they cover the crash

And i can see it's all about cash

And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass

And treat me like a criminal

Monday they predict the storm

Tuesday they predict the bang

Wednesday they cover the crash

And i can see it's all about cash

And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass

And treat me like a criminal

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