Alive On Arrival Lyrics by Ice Cube

Alive On Arrival Lyrics

    Down at the best spot
    Its me and jd and they sellin more birds than a pet shop
    The spot's hot and everybody nervous
    That's when the blue car served us
    Oh why did fools had to let loose
    Heard six pops from a deuce deuce
    Big tom had to push us
    13 niggaz runnin straight to the bushes
    For they gats so they could draw down
    But why a motherfucker like me had to fall down
    Not known why i dropped out
    Fuck it, still can't afford to get popped out
    So now i gotta jet
    Only ran one block, but my shirt soakin wet
    Tryin to see if we got him
    Looked down at my sweatshirt red at the bottom
    Didn't panic but i still looked cracked out
    Yelled to the homies then i blacked out

    Woke up in the back of a tray
    On my way, to mlk
    That the county hospital jack
    Where niggaz die over a little scratch
    Still sittin in the trauma center
    In my back is where the bullet entered
    Yo nurse i'm gettin kind of warm
    Bitch still made me fill out the fuckin form
    Coughin up blood on my hands and knees
    Then i heard "freeze nigger don't move"
    Yo, i didn't do a thing
    Didn't wanna go out like my man rodney king
    Still got gaffled
    Internal bleeding as the bullet starts to travel
    Now i'm handcuffed
    Being asked information on my gang affiliation
    I don't bang, i rock the good rhymes
    And i'm a victim of neighborhood crime

    I need to see a md
    And ya'll mothafuckers giving me the third degree
    Look at the waiting room
    Its filled to the rim like the county jail day room
    Nobody gettin help
    Since we poor
    The hospital move slow
    Now i'm layed out
    People steppin over me to get closer to the tv
    Just like a piece of dog shit
    Now will i die on this nappy ass carpet
    One hour done passed
    Done watched two episodes of m*a*s*h
    And when i'm almost through
    They call my name and put me on icu
    Halfway dead
    No respect and handcuffed to the bed
    Now the trauma starts
    Cause the bullet must be just a hair from my heart
    So i begin the ass kissin
    Just to get looked at by an overworked physician
    Got the chills, but my temperatures 103
    Only got a band-aid and an iv
    That's when i start cussin
    Police steady askin me who did the bustin

    Why oh why can't i get help
    Cause i'm black, i gots to go for self
    Too many black bodies the hospital housin
    So at 10 p.m. i was audi 5000

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