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  • Текст песни E-40 - Tired Of Being Stepped On

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    Mack D-Shot, brought up by the middle class
    I did time for crime 'cause I was living ass
    I spent two on the lockdown in Preston
    To hire me is way out the question

    Jail cells for a black man's punishment
    Didn't give a damn 'cause the other man's runnin it
    Now I'm back on the streets, I gotta compete so
    But you can't beat no case

    When you're trapped in the system
    The government, want you to diss them
    Now I'm back on the bed, where I once slept on
    I'm tired of being stepped on

    I ain't prejudiced, I gots nathan on the white man
    I'm only down for my folks who is right and
    So what's wrong with potnah with the gat on the job
    He want to squab 'cause it seems I'm the mob

    Pull you over, then he searchin your whole car
    Fo' deep and you gotta be the rock star
    "So where's the crack main? So where's the gats main?
    You know you brothers, you call it a black thang"

    I'm not in your hood, up to no-good-ism
    So won't you go on with all the old racism
    Unless you want me to take, the law in my own hands
    'Cause dude, I'm a strong man

    And that's a black man, tired of being stepped on
    In the late night, always get crept on
    By some authority who needs to really be fired
    'Cause Legit is straight tired

    Play Bay, back of hill and up there by Real
    Twenty-two months of eatin that stuff on a shingle
    Ninety days left, I'm almost out of jail
    On a mission about my meal, to the hillside of Vallel

    There I will sell, rocks so slick
    Build up clientele, and hit the task hill
    No other choice, I'm on parole I got a felony
    I look for a job, but then they diss me, diss me

    Man, my mother is disabled I ain't got no food on the table
    All I can afford is noodles with the generic label
    This goes on for about a week and a half
    I need to think fast, I need some cash let me water my grass

    And make it greener, then I started think of all types of
    Gimmicks and gadgets, as I looked through the cabinets
    Man, what should I do my friend, hop in the game again?
    I guess I'm headed for the pen

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