Handcuffs

[Intro: Police Officer] Ok kid Say what you gotta say [Intro: Lupe Fiasco] You know what I'm sayin' You know, some niggas really out there bad You know what I'm sayin' Some niggas is forced in positions where they gotta do things where they don't wanna do it You know what I'm sayin' So some niggas forced to dope, sell dope Some niggas forced to pimp You know what I'm sayin' But you got some niggas out there that Just lazy, you know what I'm sayin' Niggas ain't forced to do nothin' Niggas got other options they just choose not to do 'em, you know? [Verse 1] Sittin' in the back of the police car position Your mission is forgetting and denying the existence Thinking of different ways to keep from submitting And continuing to not to mention ...like that Grand Marquis Police Interceptor edition With the wall so you can barely fit in Knees is touching the front seat, shifting Cause your handcuffs is cutting your wrist and Your wishing that he would drive faster pleeease But he slows through the hood as he drives past the free It's cool but you tripping: The quicker you get there The quicker you sit there Cuffed to a bench and They playing good cop, bad cop One of the them pretending So you rewind yourself To your uneasy recline in the back of the police car Hand-cuffed and the seat belt Nah, you ain't gotta quicken the pace That just give me more time to sit and erase Alibi and alias, switch and replace Think about then, forget about an escape Thank God that I'm up in the states 'Cos if I was in Russia who knows how they'd do a hustler Wait, I ain't a hustler, I'm straight I'm damn near a buster, no laws I break Money I never seen, guns I didn't hold Drugs I never sold, calls I didn't make Nigga this is a waste of your time and mine "Is that uncomfortable?"...."I'm fine" A case? This ain't even a fine You ain't find nothing, homie, not even a dime Not even a dime that'll drop dime on me I know you was dying so you put a dime on me I know that's a crime, you supposed to fight crime for me Protect and to serve Prosecute, correct and return to the homies And thats gonna send them direct to the curb So you can put 'em back on me [Hook] Handcuffs (10X) [Verse 2] He's sitting in the front of the police car position His mission is bending, pinning charges on niggas Even if they didn't He's sitting in court lying Testifying against defendants ...Like that And he love to choke niggas He don't trip with the rich He just like the broke niggas Probably did more dirt in the street than most niggas Even the old people don't like him 'Cos of the way he approach niggas Nigga, you ain't no better than me Just a hustler with a badge Confiscate the dope money Put it with your retirement boat money You ain't building no playgrounds In the poor for some cash That ain't a pension That's a shoe box stash With a Glock to protect it We both undercover, check it Thinking that the good we do Gon' out weigh the sinning that we do to collect it Saying "it's 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 them 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 niggas get on the street To supplement the wages cut So he gotta keep just enough niggas out there hustling To keep his paper up ...Like that Maybe he should be in the handcuffs [Hook] (8X)