Day Pass Poem by Tha God Fahim Lyrics
Is the oppressor of my own kind? Are they among me? Are they
Some of my brothers? Or descended from niggas that hung me?
Did they sell me out? My own people, my own tribe
My brother in arms, once they kill me, we both die
Was Biggie really killed by that man in a bow-tie?
Or did the system turn us against each other with cold lies?
Out in this field I live, I gotta be a soldier
It's like they gave minorities guns just so we could kill each other
The way I dress got the blue-and-whites upset
I'm finger-fuckin' my trigger, I call it gun sex
Before I be a victim, I'd rather be the suspect
Thirty-shot TEC make you a homicide subject
Strength silent from innocent bystanders
Candlelight vigils, conspiracy charges stand up
One man gunned down, another one stands up
For rehabilitation in this nation, dyin' with your hands up
Shot in the back from cold cops, or a gangbanger's Glock
Over Uncle Sam's block, it's a delay to the top
Shot in the back from cold cops, or a gangbanger's Glock
Over Uncle Sam's block, it's a delay to the top
Another poem to get me by
Gettin' high, another brother got smoked, he picked his time to die
Goin' out in gun blaze
To make it out this maze, rap another page
Then I take it to the stage
Another poem to get me by
Gettin' high, another brother got smoked, he picked his time to die
Goin' out in gun blaze
To make it out this maze, rap another page
Then I take it to the stage
Some of my brothers? Or descended from niggas that hung me?
Did they sell me out? My own people, my own tribe
My brother in arms, once they kill me, we both die
Was Biggie really killed by that man in a bow-tie?
Or did the system turn us against each other with cold lies?
Out in this field I live, I gotta be a soldier
It's like they gave minorities guns just so we could kill each other
The way I dress got the blue-and-whites upset
I'm finger-fuckin' my trigger, I call it gun sex
Before I be a victim, I'd rather be the suspect
Thirty-shot TEC make you a homicide subject
Strength silent from innocent bystanders
Candlelight vigils, conspiracy charges stand up
One man gunned down, another one stands up
For rehabilitation in this nation, dyin' with your hands up
Shot in the back from cold cops, or a gangbanger's Glock
Over Uncle Sam's block, it's a delay to the top
Shot in the back from cold cops, or a gangbanger's Glock
Over Uncle Sam's block, it's a delay to the top
Another poem to get me by
Gettin' high, another brother got smoked, he picked his time to die
Goin' out in gun blaze
To make it out this maze, rap another page
Then I take it to the stage
Another poem to get me by
Gettin' high, another brother got smoked, he picked his time to die
Goin' out in gun blaze
To make it out this maze, rap another page
Then I take it to the stage