Klink

Whatchya gonna do when they come for you

A gang of hatin pigs

What have they ever really done for you

Ain’t never done shit

Stash what you got cuz they're comin through

Best get rid of that quick

Cuz when they get here you know what they're gonna do

All they ever do is trip

Minding my own business...

Try to hem me up like for life stuck in the klink

haters in blue

How they set me up should I test my luck, here they

come they're in pursuit

What did I do? What haven't I done, you want to see my

I.D. Umm...

Well ok, where I'm coming from?

Just on my way not on the run

Whatchyou want me to say are you just bout done?

Power trippin asshole lickin haters

Notice how they strut

Through the spot like anybody wants to see a cop, man

everybody knows they suck

I got to be somewhere man fuck!

Why the hell you always stoppin me, round the clockin

me like what

Whatchya gonna do when they come for you

A gang of hatin pigs

What have they ever really done for you

Ain’t never done shit

Stash what you got cuz they're comin through

Best get rid of that quick

Cuz when they get here you know what they're gonna do

All they ever do is trip

Six feet deep below the street

So they can't never say shit again

Fuck the man with a thick broomstick

And put a black flag on the end

Got to watch my back or just like that

I’m bound to get locked up

The law's watching me, constantly

Too close and way too much

Looking over my shoulder and checking in the rear view

mirror

Cuz I'm never not but a moment from getting taken to

jail

They're knocking at my door, down my door

They're shining lights in my eyes

Exactly what do they stand for

Ever asking more of I man why

Like it matters why I chose to ignore

All the laws I've been told to abide

Think I’m on parole, thinking I just stole

Some shit you got an A.P.B out on but no

You're wrong as usual hell no it wasn't me

Have the nerve to ask me if I'm drunk when I’m pissing

in the middle of the street

Looking over my shoulder...

By the way why they always acting

Like they know how to size me up

Ignorant bastards coming after me

All the time on mine had enough.

Why they always wanna hassle me, pigs all up on my nuts

Like they have to be, like I can't see em

Trying to play shade tree in the cuts

By robbing me of my dignity

So in the end I never say much

But ain’t a time pass I don’t wish I could flash

On penelope like fuck!

Shot this for everyone who's been there

For my real ones who understand

What it feels like to have your rights read to you by

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