Lupe Fiasco - Handcuffs lyrics

Sittin in the back of the police car position Your mission is forgetting and denying they existence Thinking of different ways to keep from submitting and continuing not tomention...like that Grand marquee police interceptor edition with wall so you can barely fit in Knees is touching the front seat shifting Cause your handcuffs is cutting your wrist and Your wishin that he would drive faster pleeeease But he slows the hood as he drives past the free It's cool but you trippin' the quicker you get there The quicker you sit there and cuffed to a bench and They playing good cop, bad cop one of the them pretending so you rewindyourself To your uneasy recline in the back of the police car hand-cuffed to the seat belt...NAW "You ain't gotta quicken the pace" That just give me more time to sit and erase Alibi and aliase switch and replace Think about then figure out an escape thank God that I'm up in the states Cuz if I was in Russia who knows how'd they do a hustla Waite! I ain't a hustla I'm straight I'm damn near a busta, no laws I break Money I never seen guns, I didn't hold d** I never sold calls I didn't make n***a this is a waste of your time and mines "Is that uncomfortable?"...."I fine" A case? this ain't even a fine You ain't find nothin' homie not even a dime Not even a don that'll drop dime on me I know you as Don so you put a dime on me I know thats a crime you suppossed to fight crime for me Protect and to serve Prosecute, correct and return to the homies And thats gonna send direct to the curb, so you can put em back on me Handcuffs [Chant] [10X] He's sittin in the front of the police car position His mission is bending, pinning charges on n***as even if they didn't He's sittin in court lying, testifying against defendants LIKE THAT And he love to choke n***as He don't trip wit the rich he just love the broke n***as Probably did more dirt in the street than most n***as Even the old people don't like em, cuz of the way he approach n***as "n***a you ain't no better than me" Just a hustla wit a badge confiscate the dope money Put it wit your retirement boat money You ain't building no playgrounds in the poor for some cash That ain't a pension thats a shoe box stash Wit a glock to protect it we both undercover check it Thinking that the good we do, gonna out weigh the sinning that we do to collect it Sayin its for the community, they don't value us Only around because the property value up And they gotta clean the street before they put the houses up Knock the Section 8's down...put them 200,000's up Feel he don't get paid enough To kick in doors to raid and cuff So he use what n***as get on the street to supplement the wages cut So he gotta keep just enough n***as out there hustlin to keep his paper up LIKE THAT!!!...Maybe he should be in the handcuffs Handcuffs [Chant] [8X]