Throw Away The Key

[Verse 1: AWKWORD] They just stop them and frisk, you better move real lightly I heard they got a contest, ask Bill O’Reilly Afraid you'll get locked up, they'll throw away the key They're free to move across the sea, you ain't even free Still awaiting retrials, for drug deals, in New York Overcrowded Louisiana, California it's sport Chicago is a wasteland, even colder in the summer No education, programs, now they murdering each other Born into prisons, most ghetto buildings got bars When you live without shit, go head and worship them cars The vista from the stoops, Marine billboards, you bored And on the block, you got bars, drug dealers and whores Father might be gone, or he's working two jobs Stay at home's an oxymoron, moms working too hard Latchkey kids, no role models, no guidance No homework, eat some Mickey Ds and get into some violence [Hook: AWKWORD] x2 They come with they cars, and they laws, and they bars They come at you sideways, no way you'll get off And your whole life, you heard, stay away from them cops And your word and your balls, is all that you got [Verse 2] I'm sorry Mr. President, I'm sorry Mr. Senator I'm sorry Mr. Governor, we can't, recover her See this country of ours, see this world of ours Was never really yours, we just got a little bored Nowadays, you got to deal, with all breeds, of all types I guess you, the type right, to type right, all uptight Pause, none of us is goblins, except that one guy And that was just, one story, told a bunch of damn times On the real, call this the first hint of a problem And when I say some shit's a problem it's not industry jargon The problem I'm causing, gonna have the CIA watching I've seen them take the damn picture, I bleed for the orphans The sick and the starving, the lost ones, stuck with no options It's awesome, like pulling people straight out of their coffins See we know, it's just us, no justice in this bitch Rest in peace Ron Arm, forever Elementary rich [Hook] x2 [Verse 3] So what we gonna do, that's the question of course A lot of human beings, struggled over these thoughts You got the Rules for Radicals, The Activist Handbook I threw it all away, let's create our own standard There are more locked up here, than anywhere else Plus, most of them on drug charges, most never dealt Most of them in jail, probably there cause they smelt Weed crimes, fill a hell of a lot of the damn cells Stand still, we won't, we stand tall, we all Brave enough, to say enough is enough, so come on Shit, ain't hard to tell, take a little look around Feel like everyone in prison's either black or they brown And it's kind of hard for me to be, all black and proud But I been in the damn system, seen my friends go down Smell the wretched of the earth, hit me on the low And if anybody ask, I pay tax and don't smoke [Hook] x2