my times on trial |
I'm out on bail but that don't mean nothing I ain't got enough money to keep me out of jail so it's gonna be something. I'm a rider, I ain't gone squeal The DEA is a liar, I'm a file an appeal Think I won't take the step See the damn Judge winking at the ATF They trying to send me to a place where I will be left. Spend the rest of my dying days down to my last breathe. Prosecutor got his fingers in his dumbass He found out that my finger prints don't match Get another DNA analyst Somebody fucked up and I ain't gotta tell you how bad it is. The gun was never found in my possession Besides I don't need the headaches and oppression My mother got high blood pressure and my girl suffer from depression The last thing I need is for me love one to be stressing Grasping and hugging on my bible for a blessing I'm not a thug, a theif, or a bullshitter I'll make the judge believe I'm a go-getter My lawyer told me they just trying to get in my pocket like a gold digger I'm a young man doing something constructive, so why you trying to send me awya to be a distructive old nigga Your honor, I'm no buffoon I graduate with a bachelors at the closing of June Please don't judge me because my clothes isn't new radio station W.I.I.F.M. I'm always in tune I'm not a statistic that smoke herbs and drain beers I show strength and retain tears If things don't work in my favor I'll be gone for ten years I gotta fight, so it's my word against theirs. |