Hunger

Cruise control Body and soul A/C don't work And windows don't roll Pitching my Wheels to the wind Pressin' my essence To the globe Win or fold Cool or cold Who knows Until my blue and gold 1's step in When Release the mic From the poll And the word get froze Easy back Bet Next thing I know I'm stepping off stage And I'm soaking wet Hand me a check I'm trying not to be the first to jet But still I'm not a novice So show me some respect This for my kickos All night Working instrumentals The proof is in the put in Doomsday MLK Three Amigos Tonight it's warm By morning the whole street froze Arrive in t-shirt Then we leave in p-coats Counting c-notes Hard to get Your future Is the hardest bet SP-1200 collecting dusk That's bizarre neglect Rocking shows It ain't hard to let It go to your head Until police Place you face down On the hard cement I'm floatin' Out of body Probably Possibly Police watching me Exit the scene of the crime Of racial profiling And stopping constantly And every carbon copy of me Or at least that how it seems When it's reported And pops on my TV I gotta see If the charges stick That's how hard it gets When I should be in bed Now all that's in my head is Stop and frisk That's why a lot of folks Click clack With the 45 And pop a vick Suppose to protect and serve But they choose the opposite It's just weird Like Webster And Mr. Popadopolis Cause even in my hood A lot of things Seem to contradict Cause I pay lots of taxes But I don't share in all the benefits And bad things happen To so called good people Every day Ahhh fiddle sticks The point of this Is that I was feeling great Rocked the dopest show And what do you know I was gettin' paid Made some new fans Sold some merch Got the bag and ate Put some people on Hit the road I was headed straight Home Now I'm making a u-turn Somebody's gotta learn