Представляем точный текст композиции "Criminal" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Roots, The . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Criminal» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Roots, The передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Roots, The - "Criminal"
Lyrics to Criminal : [Chorus] Monday they predict the storm Tuesday they predict the bad Wednesday they cover the grass And I can see its all about cash And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass And treat me like a criminal [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 dont put nothin above What I am, what I love My family, my blood My city and my hood Hater for the greater good Im back from Hollywood And I aint changed a lick Though, I know I probably should But, what Im doin 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 thats gettin old on me But still somethin gotta hold on me Maybe its faith If its comin, yo Im willing to wait Im not runnin, I done ran through the mud I done scrambled and such I done robbed an odd job and gambled enough Till Im put up in handcuffs And pissin in a cup If theres a God, I dont know if he listenin or what [Chorus] [Truck North] Yeah, it is what it is And thats how it go Get treated like a criminal If crime is all you know Get greeted like a nigga If a nigga saw your show A public enemy, to send a eye in the scope My city like a island where you cant find a boat Have you wishin for a raft And prayin that hope flows So real ''' Who lookin for a chair and some real strong rope Just to end it all here Screamin "fuck the mayor" He see the faces at the bottom of the welfare They act like Im somethin to fear Trapped in urban warfare And pullin triggers at a college career Cant ignore the call of the wild Thats drawin em near Try to make fast money last long some years Try to laugh it off Still couldnt lose the tears To the rules, I will not adhere Break the law, yeah... {echoes} [Chorus] [Saigon] Who wanna challenge mine' Im sick of St. Valentine I did the violent crimes Thats why I got this style of rhyme Seek repentance to spittin' them sentences To senseless experience is the difference You cant convince this In a crime sense, niggas is infants Im like a senior citizen Still livin but gettin benefits Put emphasis on hittin my nemesis in high percentages Crooked ass cops is the reason for my belligerence And it gets deeper than that Remember nights I used to sleep wit a gat With a package of crack under my sneaker strap Ds sneak attack and raid me It took a week for that Beat the rat, but youre sayin "look, he think he the mack" Fuck yall! Niggas who thinkin they might try us Watch us inside riots Blue cars and light fires We already been knocked, scrutinized Plus, cops rush to brutalize us Americas polluted by lust Who could I trust' If I cant trust you, then I might touch you If I aint got love for you Then fuck you! [Chorus] x2 [ Criminal Lyrics ]
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