Shyne - Fred Hampton lyrics

I guess you must to say, they won't listen to me Said is to die in this chair where they gonna cook me Where did I go on this road to start it They got me payin for what didn't got it Hard my heart it's no longer thrubin I'm racin to a place where I embrace my cuffin I'm in, man whatever you callin To guards in the cherry it's screw to penny list For now my try to turn in the streets They say rehabilitation don't apply to me Is it I'm black is it my color I'm in prison 'cause my picnic got me sitting to destruction Since my day is an infant Hook: Hell Lord, dear Lord we did the let me get a pardon So hard in the streets but we ain't fallin Screw to y'all I'ma eat blood we ain't stoppin Left the bottles in the sheets blood we ain't talking Hell Lord, dear Lord we did the let me get a pardon Ain't got a jump shot me and Jordan He ain't go to..blood we ain't harve it I talk for the streets solo ones and.. Brrr brr smoke ball cry, blood the rhythm of the streets since the sin of the east They say I'm wrong 'cause I'm on But nobody say nothing bout duffing the on They never say nothing bout .. Free seat murder and the wallins Little busters thinking they gonna come up Bout catching the chargement And when the jer won't make you a star And when the jail gonna make you like .. Tear it to the ..gla** behind the beat ball Ain't no business, ain't no women blood ain't no three wishes Is a big standing over probably told you why you whistle Listen I give it all just to be on the town with my moms This this hell for me, this is hell for me Mama pray for me Hook: Hell Lord, dear Lord we did the let me get a pardon So hard in the streets but we ain't fallin Screw to y'all I'ma eat blood we ain't stoppin Left the bottles in the sheets blood we ain't talking Hell Lord, dear Lord we did the let me get a pardon Ain't got a jump shot me and Jordan He ain't go to..blood we ain't harve it I talk for the streets solo ones and.. Caution, baby the..kings as they lobs and now trade marchin For those that don't know this is die mood talking Lot of bad but to fight for the black is McCalin Like..started before you was mallin I'ma be guarded against the garden list Bang on them bigs that's a pressing as They afraid 'cause the way is in my DNA Look into my eyes you can see God face Ain't no case that could change but it's in my DNA man Screw to bad boys in the..police God bless IG no G supreme If now for curtains Jackson now it all be free But the crip made the deal with the feds and square Michael and Gabriel help me What they gonna tell me, he? [Hook:]