[Z-Ro:] Who else but me can see the state of emergency that we face? ’ Cause wearin’ of certain clothin’ can get a brother a case Talkin’ pants, Air Force Ones & a baseball cap It’s casual, but to authorities it mean you sellin’ crack It’s A Shame I can’t ride on the rich side of town Without bein’ pulled over, thrown on the hood & patted down Searchin’ my person for weapons & drug paraphernalia It’s rough on a thug that’s what I’m tellin’ ya When I say thug, I don’t mean I’m supposed to be locked behind bars ’ Cause my acronym for thug is True Hero Under God But still I’m a criminal ’cause I got gold teeth Ain’t no justice for blacks, just us with no sleep And they wonder why I keep a Glock 40 on my hip ’ Cause Houston police department love to empty full clips. Accidental death? Bullshit! They murdered all my eses Chinga tu madre de policina {?} puente If they get out of line, I get out of line I’ll be damn if I don’t fight for my freedom & don’t mind dyin’ Already got one foot in the grave, ain’t shit for me to jump in Almost overdosin’ on codeine, heart barely pumpin’ I’m high all the time, straight addicted Paranoid, my dog might be a detective, so I don’t wanna kick it Even though I don’t rob banks or sell street rocks I still be callin’ collect to Trae to say, come bail me out This crooked ass America, I swear they got some game Every city I travel to, the situation the same I can’t even say it’s racial ’cause I got some white friends Then again, they get patted ’cause I’m not a white friend It’s A Shame. [Chorus: Z-Ro] Bad enough they wanna follow me around the store Like I’m a steal somethin’ thinkin’ I ain’t got no dough And if I die tonight, they’ll think I did a crime for it Offer me 25, insistin’ that I sign for it Why I can't drive a fancy ride & rock diamonds & gold Why every time I shine you wanna crucify my soul Under investigation ’cause the ghetto on parole Something’s wrong, if I’m not flowin’ It’s A Shame. [Z-Ro:] 27 years of struggle is all I saw I done lost homies to homies & homies to the law Everywhere I lay my head, there been homicides I done seen so many murders since the day my mama died. I ain’t lyin’. Will I remit? Will I survive? Can I breathe? ’ Cause I don’t see too many Christians just murderers & thieves And I never seen a man cry, until I seen a man die But he was tryin’ to do me so I had to make that man fly. Will the authorities understand self-defense? All they give a damn about is who did it & evidence Screamin’ guilty to take another thug off the street Prejudiced prosecutors can’t keep no blood off the street I’m one deep, if I gotta use my burner, I’m safe I ain’t gotta go "Rollin’ on the River" like Tina Turner ’ Cause this crooked ass America, I swear they got some game Innocent until never found guilty, but still in chains It’s A Shame. [Chorus: Z-Ro] Bad enough they wanna follow me around the store Like I’m a steal somethin’ thinkin’ I ain’t got no dough And if I die tonight, they’ll think I did a crime for it Offer me 25, insistin’ that I sign for it Why I can't drive a fancy ride & rock diamonds & gold Why every time I shine you wanna crucify my soul Under investigation ’cause the ghetto on parole Something’s wrong, if I’m not flowin’ It’s A Shame.