Mike Larry Draw - All that bad lyrics

I've been held and searched about twice now In the same place same day by the same police f**ing up my Chi Violation will always be For you and for me sh** they try to keep us down Why do you think they build those jails? Stop and frisk been around since slavery days These laws can burn in hell I'm so fed up On how its dealt with in this town If we do not teach each other to swim I swear to God we'll all just drown And that makes me mad That's right I'm so damn upset All I want to do is get this rope from around my mother f**ing neck And ow. what am I to do When every move we make seems like they got us position to lose Welcome to the land of minorities Babies making babies while babies are k**ing babies sh** is f**ed up Struggling people surviving with luck Mama hit the lotto for $300 yeah It's time to get stuff Broken homes are filled with so much dreams So many street dreams with crabs in a bucket trying to survive Hustling hard just to make a quick buck Sometimes that's the only way to make rent They dead a** said I could not chill in front of my building I can't chill on my block I'm being hara**ed by the cops They always ask if I got sh** If I sell any d** Or if I'm pitching a rock Do I have any questions? When will this craziness Stop Asking questions about a shootout and where the f** have I been If I seen so-and-so friend damn it these questions won't End All I really want is some peace yet get a cop with a piece Right in front of this bench turning everyone tense My n***a got locked on a Friday Weekend in the pin, was accused for some sh** he didn't do to begin with Suppose to be working at 10 His first day on the job Now he's placed in the system that making life pretty hard On top of that there's a some beef between the gangs and the dealers Always fighting for turf, either a victim or k**er Everyone has an alias everyone knows the handshake Music is there escape they use it at their own pace Yet on the floor there's a tracing of a man and his gun A lady in her young son all three bagged up and done Nobody knows what the f** happened yet the whole world was outside On this basketball court so many people have died On streets I was raised Where my father would hang, where my father would bang, now my father has changed But the gangsters him I can tell when he's mad Pray to God we don't clash, pray to God he don't have That old 9 in the closet right in front of the stash Cause if I say that I'm in trouble n***a that's everyone's a** Burn in hell to them n***as who be k**ing for nothing Who has murdered the innocence and the cops with a**umptions f** ya'll This hood life ain't some stuff you wanna play with Was brought up not to talk and not to say sh** But it ain't all that bad Can give thanks to the Sun if you only see the dark Predictors lurking constantly like some great white sharks But it ain't all that bad n***a you better watch how you move once you step on this concrete All the rules done switch prepare yourself for some zombies Homeboy your car ain't safe, everyone plays there part Everyone needs a part, everyone need your part It only will take a few minutes sometimes it starts with the rims Maybe a radio too your whip now missing some limbs Manhunt is the game manhunt is now trife Manhunt has a price once you caught thats your life Dog don't you want too much ice And don't you show that you privilege Cause once you show that you have it Little n***as gonna get it No one wants to see shine Welcome to the dark side All my n***as don't hide And all my n***as got pride Some of them are lead to destruction some won't make it alive First you have to see the bigger picture most of us blind Its either the music playing sports or spend doing the crime go to the blunt to escape stress and clear out the mind man This hood life ain't some stuff you wanna play with Was brought up not to talk and not to say sh** But it ain't all that bad Can give thanks to the Sun if you only see the dark Predictors lurking constantly like some great white sharks But it ain't all that bad This hood life ain't some stuff you wanna play with Was brought up not to talk and not to say sh** But it ain't all that bad Can give thanks to the Sun if you only see the dark Predictors lurking constantly like some great white sharks But it ain't all that bad