Criminal

[Hook: Truck North] Monday they predict the storm Tuesday they predict the bang Wednesday they cover the crash And I can see it's all about cash And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass And treat me like a criminal [Verse 1: Black Thought] Look, it is what it is because of what it was I did what I did cause it does what it does I don't put nothing above what I am, what I love My family, my blood, my city and my hood Hater for the greater good, I'm back from Hollywood And I ain't changed a lick though I know I probably should But what I'm doing is not a good look I never did it by the good book as a lifetime crook All the petty crime took a toll on me I look around at my homies that's getting old on me But still something gotta hold on me Maybe it's fate If it's coming, yo I'm willing to wait I'm not running, I done ran through the muck I done scrambled and such I done robbed an odd jobbed and gambled enough Until I'm put up in handcuffs and pissing in a cup If there's a God, I don't know if he listening or what [Hook] [Verse 2: Truck North] Yeah, it is what it is And that's how it go Get treated like a criminal if crime is all you know Get greeted like a nigga if a nigga's all you show A public enemy that's in the eye of the scope My city like a island where you can't find a boat Have you wishing for a raft And praying that hope floats Some real ethnic cleansing going down no soap Who looking for a chair and some real strong rope Just to end it all here Screaming "fuck the mayor" He see the faces at the bottom of the well clear They act like I'm something to fear Trapped in urban warfare And putting triggers ahead a college career Can't ignore the call of the wild That's drawing them near Try to make fast money last long some years Try to laugh it off Still couldn't lose the tears To the rules, I will not adhere Break the law, yeah [Hook] [Verse 3: Saigon] Who want to challenge mine? I'm sick of St. Valentine I did the violent crimes That's why I got this style of rhyme Seek repentance to spitting them sentences that's senseless Experience is the difference, you can't convince this In a crime sense, niggas is infants I'm like a senior citizen Still living but getting benefits Put emphasis on hitting my nemesis in high percentages Crooked ass cops is the reason for my belligerence And it gets deeper than that There were nights I used to sleep with a gat With a package of crack under my sneaker strap D's sneak attack, arraign me, it took a week for that Beat the rap, but you're saying "look, he think he the mack" Fuck y'all! Niggas who thinking they might try us Watch us insight riots Flip cars and light fires We already been knocked, scrutinized Plus cops rush to brutalize us America is polluted by lust Who could I trust? If I can't trust you, then I might touch you If I ain't got love for you Then fuck you