30 Days Till My Trial

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Storm Hawks is an animated television series created by Asaph A. Fipke and was produced by Nerd Corps Entertainment. It premiered on YTV in Canada on September 8, 2007, and on Cartoon Network in the United States on May 25, 2007. Reruns formerly aired on Family CHRGD and Nickelodeon Canada. more »

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Police Officer Talks

They say every situation happens for a reason man.
Still tryna figure this shit out man.
Long Live Dhan Dada

30 days to my trial I can't eat and I can't sleep
Prosecutor gunnin for me imma product of the streets
Tell my lawyer I ain't coppin to no deal unless it's sweet
If I lose it's level four if I win I got the streets
Fightin charges for my mans death I couldn't even mourn
Went from trappin out a spot to eatin soups out a dorm
Ever sat up in yo bunk hatin the day that you was born
Can't even see up outside so how imma make it out the storm

God I'm callin out to you I got too much on my plate
I been tryna play it strong but I can't carry all this weight
Just heard my mans died today now I gotta fight his case
Facin 25 to life because I made a dumb mistake
Tryna spare a pussy nigga that's how my mans caught a stray
Now I carry all this guilt cuz I was supposed to keep you safe
Seems like just the other day we was tryna catch a play
Now I'm pickin out 12 prayin I see another day
Still got tears up on my eyes I couldn't even say goodbye
Lotta niggas done forgot but I could never let it slide
I taught my mans how to hustle introduced em to da guys
All this pain up in my heart I just keep this shit inside
Niggas don't wanna hear the truth they too busy spreadin lies
Niggas showin fake love so I been busy cuttin ties
I'm fightin shit from every angle. Heard these niggas wanna slide
And got my own family members tryna fuckin testify

30 days to my trial I can't eat and I can't sleep
Prosecutor gunnin for me imma product of the streets
Tell my lawyer I ain't coppin to no deal unless it's sweet
If I lose it's level 4 if I win I got the streets
Fightin charges for my mans death I couldn't even mourn
Went from trappin out a spot to eatin soups out a dorm
Ever sat up in yo bunk hatin the day that you was born
Can't even see up outside so how imma make it out the storm

All I do is think about you when I'm slidin down the ave
Niggas think they know my pain they don't even know da half
When y'all boys was gettin up practicin yo school math
Me and Dhan was grabbin grams pullin up on school craft
But I ain't glorifyin shit shoulda took a different path
Ill trade all this shit just to see my nigga laugh
Should of took a different route probably stayed my ass in class
Fell in love with the field but it was snakes up in the grass
Got me locked fightin cases for some shit I didn't cause
Own family turnt they back they won't even answer calls
Got me stressin out on post I done damn near caught a charge
When they put me on max I was cussin out the guards
Couldn't even pay respects I was stuck behind them walls
Prosecutor want convictions guess I gotta take the fall
Charged a nigga with first degree I'm feeling like I'm overcharged
I'm Tryna keep a poker face but they holdin all the cards

30 days to my trial I can't eat and I can't sleep
Prosecutor gunnin for me imma product of the streets
Tell my lawyer I ain't coppin to no deal unless it's sweet
If I lose it's level four if I win I got the streets
Fightin charges for my mans death I couldn't even mourn
Went from trappin out a spot to eatin soups out a dorm
Ever sat up in yo bunk hatin the day that you was born
Can't even see up outside so how imma make it out the storm

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