Claimin Im A Criminal Lyrics by Brand Nubian

Claimin Im A Criminal Lyrics

    Verse One: Lord Jamar

    7 in the mornin, they kickin down my momma's door
    Now tell me what is this motherfuckin drama for?
    Can a nigga get rest after rest without the stress?
    Then they put the Glock to my chest
    Best think 'fore I twitch or I'm popped
    off to the clink with this bitch ass cop
    They gotta nigga locked like the dread on my head, jack
    And if I try to fight back, well then I'm dead, black
    I got the right to an attorney and to stay silent
    They got the right to try to burn me if I play violent
    I know the game so I just roll with the procedure
    Illegal search and seizure, somethin that they're doin at their leisure
    Down at the station, interrogation is takin place
    Overcrowded jails but for me they're makin space
    Tell the devil to his face he can suck my dick
    It's the whole black race that they're fuckin with
    Come to find my crime was lettin brothers know the time
    Only the devil is stoppin me from eatin swine
    And plus my prior record sealed my fate
    One For All and In God We Trust got me sent upstate
    But still I won't bite my tongue
    I just write tight shit to incite the young, to fight the one
    who keeps them on a level that's minimum
    That's the number one reason

    Chorus: (sample of Luther Ingram's "I'm Tryin To Sing A Message To You")

    (*They claimin I'm a criminal*)
    This time and day
    Ooooh, gotta run for time
    (*They claimin I'm a criminal*)
    This time and day
    Ooooh, gotta run for time
    *repeat*

    Verse Two: Sadat X

    I was frustrated, I can't do no more push-ups
    Niggas be swole up, locked down cos of a hold-up
    "The devil made me do it" is what I say
    Got some bad news on my one phone call the other day
    "I love the kids and I teach em to love their father
    I'll get you some kicks and try to send some flicks
    but it's over, baby, yes it's over"
    Ain't much you can do when you're holdin a phone
    A million inmates but ya still alone
    You're not cryin but inside ya dyin
    You might cry in the night when ya safe and outta sight
    Damn I miss my peeps and the rides in the jeeps
    and my, casual freedom, where's my crew when I need em?
    A visit ain't the same like being in the game
    but I'll take it, at least with that I'll make it
    The beast is a bitch and I see it
    I do the knowledge to em, so next time I can do em
    "Yo X, I got ta lock it now but write me real soon
    I know that you're a busy man, give me a minute"
    You can never know the penal til you been locked the fuck up in it

    Chorus:

    This time and day
    Ooooh, gotta run for time
    This time and day
    Ooooh, gotta run for time
    (*They claimin I'm a criminal*)
    This time and day
    Ooooh, gotta run for time
    (*They claimin I'm a criminal*)
    This time and day
    Ooooh, gotta run for time
    (*They claimin I'm a criminal*) (x12)

    (*They claimin I'm a criminal*)
    This time and day
    Ooooh, gotta run for time
    *repeat to fade*

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