BROWNSIDE - People Vs. Toker lyrics

rate me

The case

The people versus Toker

The charge

Second degree murder

Up in court, we all hate to wait

With your life in the hands on the jury that debates

And creates, you into something that your not

They try to get you got but they can't pin you to the spot

No evidence found still they hunt you like a hound

Must be cuz we're down for the Brown

Still real so feel me when I say

That they'll lock you down for your gangster's way

You pay your time up in jail

The judge don't give a fuck ese, I can tell

Fuck the punk, I'm done, give me a chance

Sixteen shots shot, to make a fucker dance

And pay for what he's done, dig his ass a ditch

It's like a crazy itch, wanna bury the bitch

That's what I feel while I'm in this room

The jury don't come out, I hope they come out soon

Guilty, I don't wanna be found

Guilty, but they hunt me down

Guilty, I don't wanna be found

Guilty, but they hunt me down

Still in court for another pinje session

It sticks in my head, in other words I'm stressin

And guessin that the jury is hung

I wanna be gone but they're taking too long

It's on, they notify us the verdict is in

The beginning of my life or is this the end

Mexican and proud so I keep my head up

Last thing on my mind is that I would get stuck

Guilty? What the fuck you mean?

You got ne evidence, can't place me at the scene

A dream? Hell no, they say I gotta go

They handcuff my ass and take me out the side door

To my cell to bail, await my court date

I'm innocent so I'm full of hate

I wait, Goddamn, ese I'm not the man

They set me up, they had a fucking plan

Guilty, what could I do and how

Guilty, want to convict me now

Guilty, what could I do and how

Guilty, want to convict me now

Lay back try to erase the time I have to face

Hopin I don't catch a L in this fucking place

My case was wack, now they try and give me time

Second degree murder is my motherfucking crime

"We find him guilty" is what they all said

How much time will they give me, is all that's in my head

Try not to think about it, wouldn't you?

Tell me what am I supposed to do

Should I wait and take this like a man

Or never show up to court and just ran

Now it's too late for me to debate

I'm stuck in my cell in this pinje mind-state

Makes my ass pissed, to be like this

Not knowing if my name is on the lifer-list

Do it for my gente cuz I got it like that

Don't worry Loco Toker'll be back

Guilty, is how the shit went down

Guilty, I guess for being brown

Guilty, is how the shit went down

Guilty, I guess for being brown

Guilty, is how the shit went down

Guilty, I guess for being brown

Guilty, is how the shit went down

Guilty, I guess for being brown