Testo People vs. Toker - Brownside
Testo della canzone People vs. Toker (Brownside), tratta dall'album Eastside Drama
The case, the people versus Toker
The charge, second degree murder
Up in court, we all hate to wait
With your life in the hands of the jury that debates
And creates you into something that you're not
They try to get you got but can't pin you to the spot
No evidence found, still they hunt you like a hound
Must because we're down for the brown
Still real so feel me when I say
That they'll lock you down for your gangster's way
You pay your time up in jail
The judge don't give a fuck ese I could tell
Fuck the punk, I'll dump, give me a chance
Sixteen shots, super make the fucker dance
And pay for what he's done, dig his ass a ditch
It's like a crazy itch, wanna bury the bitch
That's what I feel while I'm in this room
The jury don't come out, I hope they come out soon
Guilty, I don't wanna be found
Guilty, but they hunt me down
Guilty, I don't wanna be found
Guilty, but they hunt me down
Still in court for another pinche session
It sticks in my head, in other words I'm stressing
And guessing that the jury is hung
I wanna be gone but they're taking too long
It's on, they notify us the verdict's in
The beginning of my life or is this the end?
Mexican and proud so I keep my head up
Last thing on my mind was that I would get stuck
Guilty, what the fuck you mean?
You got no evidence, can't place me at the scene
A dream, hell no, they say I gotta go
They handcuff my ass and take me out the side door
To my cell with bail, await my court date
I'm innocent so I'm full of hate
I wait, goddamn, ese I'm not the man
They set me up, they had a fucking plan
Guilty, what could I do and how?
Guilty, want to convict me now
Guilty, what could I do and how?
Guilty, want to convict me now
Lay back, try to erase the time I have to face
Hoping I don't catch a L in this fucking place
My case was what, now they're trying to give me time
Second degree murder is my motherfucking crime
We find him guilty is what they all said
How much time will they give me is all that's in my head
Try not to think about it, wouldn't you?
Tell me, what am I supposed to do?
Should I wait and take this like a man
Or never shown up to court and just ran?
Now it's too late for me to debate
I'm stuck in my cell in this pinche mind state
Makes my ass pissed to be like this
Not knowing if my name is on the life release
Quiubo to my gente 'cause they got it like that
Y no se me aguiten loco, Toker will be back
Guilty is how the shit went down
Guilty, I guess for being brown
Guilty is how the shit went down
Guilty, I guess for being brown
Guilty is how the shit went down
Guilty, I guess for being brown
Guilty is how the shit went down
Guilty, I guess for being brown
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Writer(s): Gilbert Izquierdo, Pierre Lamas
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