Lyrics:
I've seen the old man sittin' 'round
The courthouse square back home in town
Talking bout the big war back in 1943
Sayin' how much good it's done
A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan and beady eyes
A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies
A little man with a big
A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan and beady eyes
A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies
A little man with a big
Charlie Company
In the highlands of Quang Tri
He was wounded in the battle of Chu Lai
And shipped home in '68
There he married and worked the gulf
feeling but I still live in the A homeboy, I'm here for that
When I walk on the courthouse judge feel the case out, definitely here for that
Y'know when
Charlie Company
In the highlands of Quang Tri
He was wounded in the battle of Chu Lai
And shipped home in '68
There he married and worked the gulf
My name is George Campbell
At the age of eighteen
I joined the United Men
To strive for the green
And many a battle I did undergo
With that hero
couldn't let nobody notice it
With my demons I battle
My reality not faking it
My Muslim brother asked me
Do you know
What is your soul purpose is.
Cause
the dust kicked up in the uphill battle
With my guns drawn and sword out
Pointed towards the courthouse
I sort out words from my war torn mouth
I
No courthouse custody battles presided over by Judges
Who don't give a shit about our babies their Fathers or Mothers
No baby daddy's who won't be
That's a bad idea
My momma raised me a Pharaoh
My father? He taught me the kung-fu
Battle ready with that Sun Tzu
One, two, what he gon' do?
Fuck boy did
they stay that way like crazy straws
I'ma head down to the courthouse and start displacing jaws
Of the officers responsible for claiming ours
You say you
know that some don't even get the chance to grow this old
Woke you might sense it tension
Fuck a battle rapper diss myself then write questions
Why talk
INTRO
King Selassie I Jah
You see and you know, how we feel
We affi stand firm, pan di battle field
ahh
CHORUS
A Deprivation, Limitation, Isolation
better than rolling up
Smoking blunts on the way to the courthouse once a month
Fucking up my high, walking in with a slump
Middle fingers to the judge
we can breathe
We animals when they see us
They Throw up black on black crime
Can’t let that battle defeat us
Let’s get this puzzle and piece it
We
that courthouse and fuck the prison system
She gone help the judge come take me out
Tell em bring they guns to come lay me out
I got extra ammo tell that
A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan and beady eyes.
A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies.
A little man with a big
A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan and beady eyes.
A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies.
A little man with a big
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