Lyrics:
I live in a police state
We're livin in a police state
They follow me all over the place
Because I'm...in a police state
Turn around tell me what
Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you
Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
I hit the postman, hit your lover
Grabbed the letter ran for cover
The police arrived in time for tea
Said they'd like to question me
I can only curse
y'all can't touch me
Police pursued me, chased cuffed and subdued me
Talked to me rudely, cause I'm young rich and I'm black
And live in a movie, not
for tea
Tommy get the telephone, it wouldn't be for me
Spring feels so far away when you're unforgiven
Now that Jenny's away it's a cold town to live
instead of dreaming
Murking instead of working
They locking them in them prisons
But really them youngins is hurting
You abandoned me
Love don't live here
And when the guests have done
I'll tidy up the room
I'll turn the covers down
And gazing at the moon
Will pray to go quite mad
And live in long ago
There are many different people,
Livin' double lives.
One for the office,
And one that they take home to their wives.
He sits in the armchair,
y'all can't touch me
Police pursued me, chased cuffed and subdued me
Talked to me rudely, cause I'm young rich and I'm black
And live in a movie, not
Far from the crowded city
Where flowers pretty caress the stream
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in,
Don't let it apart in my dream
Picture
Dayton's in his hand
Keys in his hand reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Alesis he had dreams of Caprice's
Drove by
It's hot in hell's kitchen, get ready for the lynching
Brain-wash media, and puppet politician
Keep you out of position, out of commission
By medicine
don't steal my keys (ah)
Keep our business to ourself, baby, don't spill my tea (my tea)
Them other niggas, they don't live like me
I always set out
home nigga
I got a fever bitch, hot outside I got a fever bitch
Feeling sick I gotta fever bitch
In these Philly streets situations is
Police ain't
A train to the coast, four hours, once a week
In the pub corner surrounded by creeps
They spoke of the violence and racist police
In old red bricks
witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
So you and your
bars, no 3G
Live fast, live life easy, yeah
Put a drop in my sweet tea
X-rated, no PG
Your ex-nigga on creepy
She don't wanna keep 'em
She fuck
On the bank where children play 'ring a levio'
Come on and show me somethin' I don't know
Come on, big eyed handsome moll
And be my party doll
We'll live in
Every drop of rain that falls in Sahara Desert says it all
It's a miracle
All God's creations great and small, the Golden Gate and the Taj Mahal
of the last brave man
Made man, Cuban Link chain of command
Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand
My live team turn the club to a crime scene
High beams
nights live
Singing by the opera house, but not in it, just by it
Someone alongside it, a long silence
A strong, vibrant meditative song of guidance
All men are bored with other men's lives
I listened and I heard music in a word
And words when you played your guitar
The noise that I was hearing
Lift yourself out of the doldrums
Make yourself a cuppa tea
Drag your emotions out of the gutter
Don't wallow in self pity
When you wake up, all
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