Criminal

(feat. Saigon, Truck North)

[Chorus]

Monday they predict the storm

Tuesday they predict the bad

Wednesday they cover the grass

And I can see it's 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 don't put nothin' above

What I am, what I love

My family, my blood

My city and my hood

Hater for the greater good

I'm back from Hollywood

And I ain't changed a lick

Though, I know I probably should

But, what I'm 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 that's gettin' old on me

But still somethin' gotta hold on me

Maybe it's faith

If it's comin', yo I'm willing to wait

I'm not runnin', I done ran through the mud

I done scrambled and such

I done robbed an odd job and gambled enough

Till I'm put up in handcuffs

And pissin' in a cup

If there's a God

I don't know if he listenin' or what

[Chorus]

[Truck North]

Yeah, it is what it is

And that's 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 can't find a boat

Have you wishin' for a raft

And prayin that hope flows

Some real (?) going down on soul (?)

Who lookin' for a chair and some real strong rope

Just to end it all here

Screamin'