I Want to Be Free (That's the Truth)

You think
Oakland, California, is a city of punks
It only takes a second to pop the trunk
And just like that, you know its real
Youre in the right damn town to get killed
Its all about the game and nothin else
You come out here, you better watch yourself
Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red
But cross the wrong brothers and end up dead
You catch a body full of bullets and get blasted
Tryin to be a gangsta but you just aint lastin
This little town is gettin wild as hell
Check the penetentiaries and all the jails
If they could lock us all up, that would be just fine
Got my partners from
Oakland doin serious time
You cant argue with the truth, its hard to be black
But its a mindgame and you gotta deal with that
I wake up everyday and
I just cant wait
To make mo money cause back in the days
When I rapped,
I did the same damn thing
I do nowGrab the microphone and show you how
But I was broke, the only thing
I had was game
I started makin money and knew things would change
Bought a Benz, thought it might earn respect
But the OP
D found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the [unverified]
Face down on the ground, keep my hands in sight
Put the handcuffs on backseat ,
Im in itIllegal search for about thirty minutes
Askin me wheres the dope
Wheres my gun but
I dont know
I said Im rappin, they laugh like
I told a joke
And to this day they think
Im sellin coke
I want to be free, ohh yeah(And thats the truth)
I want to be free, ohh yeah
I be in Oakland ,
California every day of my life
Bass so hard, you think
Im smokin a pipe
And if I dont smoke it,
I gots to grind
Searched all my stuff and all you find
Is a pocket full of money, count seven
GsNow you wanna think
Im sellin keys
Cause Im a black man, but
I run my own business
So why the police wanna send me to prison
They see a brother makin major cash
They knock a patch out his black ass
And thats the truth, you cant argue you at all
Tryin to give you ten years for a phone call
Aint even trippin on the dank smoke
Cause all they wanna find is guns and coke
In court all the time, tryin to fight it
We get rich, we get [unverified]
So whats the problem officer, this time?
Is havin big money, bein black a crime?
Or did you take me to jail to teach me a lesson
Charge me with somethin or just ask questions
About the brothers
I hang around?
Whats really goin on in the
Oakland town?
Tell me who went broke, and who got rich
But Too $hort baby, just aint no snitch
You say youre just doin your job
But youre gettin on my nerves, just like
BobEvery time
I hit a corner,
I see youAlways tellin brothers what to do
You lock me up cause
Idont know how to act
But Im down for mine, so
I be talkin back
And when I do, you treat me bad as hell
Im sick of spendin nights in jail
I want to be free, ohh yeah(And thats the truth)
I want to be free, ohh yeah
Got out of jail about [unverified]
Walkin down the street like a broke dopefiend
Had a pocket full of money tryin to play the role
Benz got towed and
I was hella cold
But I aint trippin,
Im gettin used to it now
Handcuffed, your boy took me straight downtown
For three warrants, had to catch me sooner or later
Cause the five-ohs always tryin to jack a playa
For no reason, wasnt doin nothin wrong
You think
Im lyin, singin that same ol song
Well Im a black man, ridin in a
BenzHow in the hell did
I make these ends?
Here we go,
I pull over to the right
Stop the engine, keep my hands in sight
I start cursin cause it dont make sense
Why would
I run and try to jump a fence
If I was plannin a smooth getaway
I never woulda stopped in the first place
Youd be high speed chasin me but this time you aint
Cause all
I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope
I dont get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some
Gs to the boys in blue
And if I sue,
I wont get nothin back
But I aint mad,
Im just black
I want to be free, ohh yeah
I want tobe free, ohh yeah
I want to be free, ohh yeah
I want to be free, ohh yeah