Fred Hampton Songtext
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Fred Hampton Songtext
Omega, Omega, Omega
I got so much to say, but they won′t listen to me
Sentenced to die in this chair where they gon' cook me
Where did I go on this road to stardom?
They got me paying for what Adam did in the garden
Harden, my heart′s no longer throbbing
I'm racing to a place where I embrace my coffin
Armen, man, whatever you call 'em
Tell God send the chariots, screw the panelist that
Denied my trial to return to the streets, they say
Rehabilitation don′t apply to me
Is it I′m black, it is my color?
I'm in prison ′cause my pigment got me sentenced
To destruction since my days as an infant?
Outlaw, dear Lord, let me get a pardon
So hard in the streets, but we ain't falling
Screw the law, I′ma eat, blood, we ain't starving
Wrap the bodies in the sheets, blood, we ain′t talking
Outlaw, dear Lord, let me get a pardon
Ain't got a jump shot, then we ain't Jordan
Ain′t go to Ivy League, blood, we ain′t Harvard
I talk for the streets, all the ones in Sparta
Brrt, brrt, it's my war cry
Bloody rhythm of the streets, it′s the sound of the East
They say I'm wrong ′cause I'm armed
But nobody say nothing ′bout Governor Arnold
They never say nothing 'bout child molesting cardinals
Free C-Murder in New Orleans
Lil' busters thinking they gon′ come up by catching a charge, man
Going to jail won′t make you a star
Going to jail gon' make life hard
Tatted teardrops behind the B-ball
Ain′t no visits, ain't no women, blood, ain′t no three wishes
It's a pig standing over by the toilet while you wishing
Listen, I give it all just to be
On the town with my moms, this is hell for me
This is hell for me, mama, pray for me
Outlaw, dear Lord, let me get a pardon
So hard in the streets, but we ain′t falling
Screw the law, I'ma eat, blood, we ain't starving
Wrap the bodies in the sheets, blood, we ain′t talking
Outlaw, dear Lord, let me get a pardon
Ain′t got a jump shot, then we ain't Jordan
Ain′t go to Ivy League, blood, we ain't Harvard
I talk for the streets, all the ones in Sparta
Caution, bury the warden
Got kings, esés, locs and nine trey marching
For those that don′t know, this is Damu talking
Love the red, but to fight for the black is my calling
Like Huey P. started before he was martyred
Became armored to be guarded against the godless
Bang on them pigs that's oppressing us
They afraid ′cause the way is in my DNA
Look into my eyes, you can see God face
Ain't no cage that could change what's in my DNA, man
Screw the rap boys and the rap police
God bless I.G. and OG Supreme
If not for Curtis Jackson, we would all be free
But the creep made a deal with the feds to squeal
Michael and Gabriel, help me
What they gon′ tell me, eh?
Outlaw, dear Lord, let me get a pardon
So hard in the streets, but we ain′t falling
Screw the law, I'ma eat, blood, we ain′t starving
Wrap the bodies in the sheets, blood, we ain't talking
Outlaw
I got so much to say, but they won′t listen to me
Sentenced to die in this chair where they gon' cook me
Where did I go on this road to stardom?
They got me paying for what Adam did in the garden
Harden, my heart′s no longer throbbing
I'm racing to a place where I embrace my coffin
Armen, man, whatever you call 'em
Tell God send the chariots, screw the panelist that
Denied my trial to return to the streets, they say
Rehabilitation don′t apply to me
Is it I′m black, it is my color?
I'm in prison ′cause my pigment got me sentenced
To destruction since my days as an infant?
Outlaw, dear Lord, let me get a pardon
So hard in the streets, but we ain't falling
Screw the law, I′ma eat, blood, we ain't starving
Wrap the bodies in the sheets, blood, we ain′t talking
Outlaw, dear Lord, let me get a pardon
Ain't got a jump shot, then we ain't Jordan
Ain′t go to Ivy League, blood, we ain′t Harvard
I talk for the streets, all the ones in Sparta
Brrt, brrt, it's my war cry
Bloody rhythm of the streets, it′s the sound of the East
They say I'm wrong ′cause I'm armed
But nobody say nothing ′bout Governor Arnold
They never say nothing 'bout child molesting cardinals
Free C-Murder in New Orleans
Lil' busters thinking they gon′ come up by catching a charge, man
Going to jail won′t make you a star
Going to jail gon' make life hard
Tatted teardrops behind the B-ball
Ain′t no visits, ain't no women, blood, ain′t no three wishes
It's a pig standing over by the toilet while you wishing
Listen, I give it all just to be
On the town with my moms, this is hell for me
This is hell for me, mama, pray for me
Outlaw, dear Lord, let me get a pardon
So hard in the streets, but we ain′t falling
Screw the law, I'ma eat, blood, we ain't starving
Wrap the bodies in the sheets, blood, we ain′t talking
Outlaw, dear Lord, let me get a pardon
Ain′t got a jump shot, then we ain't Jordan
Ain′t go to Ivy League, blood, we ain't Harvard
I talk for the streets, all the ones in Sparta
Caution, bury the warden
Got kings, esés, locs and nine trey marching
For those that don′t know, this is Damu talking
Love the red, but to fight for the black is my calling
Like Huey P. started before he was martyred
Became armored to be guarded against the godless
Bang on them pigs that's oppressing us
They afraid ′cause the way is in my DNA
Look into my eyes, you can see God face
Ain't no cage that could change what's in my DNA, man
Screw the rap boys and the rap police
God bless I.G. and OG Supreme
If not for Curtis Jackson, we would all be free
But the creep made a deal with the feds to squeal
Michael and Gabriel, help me
What they gon′ tell me, eh?
Outlaw, dear Lord, let me get a pardon
So hard in the streets, but we ain′t falling
Screw the law, I'ma eat, blood, we ain′t starving
Wrap the bodies in the sheets, blood, we ain't talking
Outlaw
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