People Vs. Toker

Brownside

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    The case
    The people versus Toker
    The charge
    Second degree murder

    Up in court, we all hate to wait
    With your life in the hands on the jury that debates
    And creates, you into something that your not
    They try to get you got but they can't pin you to the spot
    No evidence found still they hunt you like a hound
    Must be cuz we're down for the Brown
    Still real so feel me when I say
    That they'll lock you down for your gangster's way
    You pay your time up in jail
    The judge don't give a fuck ese, I can tell
    Fuck the punk, I'm done, give me a chance
    Sixteen shots shot, to make a fucker dance
    And pay for what he's done, dig his ass a ditch
    It's like a crazy itch, wanna bury the bitch
    That's what I feel while I'm in this room
    The jury don't come out, I hope they come out soon

    Guilty, I don't wanna be found
    Guilty, but they hunt me down
    Guilty, I don't wanna be found
    Guilty, but they hunt me down

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    Still in court for another pinje session
    It sticks in my head, in other words I'm stressin
    And guessin that the jury is hung
    I wanna be gone but they're taking too long
    It's on, they notify us the verdict is in
    The beginning of my life or is this the end
    Mexican and proud so I keep my head up
    Last thing on my mind is that I would get stuck
    Guilty? What the fuck you mean?
    You got ne evidence, can't place me at the scene
    A dream? Hell no, they say I gotta go
    They handcuff my ass and take me out the side door
    To my cell to bail, await my court date
    I'm innocent so I'm full of hate
    I wait, Goddamn, ese I'm not the man
    They set me up, they had a fucking plan

    Guilty, what could I do and how
    Guilty, want to convict me now
    Guilty, what could I do and how
    Guilty, want to convict me now

    Lay back try to erase the time I have to face
    Hopin I don't catch a L in this fucking place
    My case was wack, now they try and give me time
    Second degree murder is my motherfucking crime
    "We find him guilty" is what they all said
    How much time will they give me, is all that's in my head
    Try not to think about it, wouldn't you?
    Tell me what am I supposed to do
    Should I wait and take this like a man
    Or never show up to court and just ran
    Now it's too late for me to debate
    I'm stuck in my cell in this pinje mind-state
    Makes my ass pissed, to be like this
    Not knowing if my name is on the lifer-list
    Do it for my gente cuz I got it like that
    Don't worry Loco Toker'll be back

    Guilty, is how the shit went down
    Guilty, I guess for being brown
    Guilty, is how the shit went down
    Guilty, I guess for being brown
    Guilty, is how the shit went down
    Guilty, I guess for being brown
    Guilty, is how the shit went down
    Guilty, I guess for being brown

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    Composición: Toker, LA Hitman y Wicked

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