Off Parole

Rappin' 4-Tay

Composed by: Anthony Forté/Mike Dean
I wonder why there's so much hatred in this world today 
You know a lotta of us brothers and sisters 
Ain't gone make it to see another day 
At the age of 12 I was on another page 
I wanted to jug upon tha other people were gettin' their pay 
My momma would always tell me about the direction that I was heading 
Like the majority of these kids today man I was hard headed 
I wanted to know to much a little man is shookin' police 
Imagine a juvenile delinquent waitin' for a release date 
Wait, it's easy for me to blame it on my surroundings 
My folks raised me right, I just wanted to be the first fool pounding 
Up and down tha block, Fleetwood Caddilac 
But take it from me, young G, because that lifestyle ain't all that 
Unless you ready to strap ya gat and serve tha yak and jug the sack 
To get ya bread back, playa, I'm up on all that 
Cause being broke ain't no joke, boost up ya confidence 
There's two options:legal or illegal, you know the consequenses 

Chorus: 
Stay strong through all this drama, cause there's a remedy 
This world is so corrupt, jealousy and envy 
To all my folks in tha pen I'm sending this to you, ya know 
Hope you get to hear my rap, try to make it off parole 

The streets are full of sadness, dope and geto madness 
Besides your brain and slangin' them thangs the only apparatus 
Be that hot lead, I seen him yesterday but now my homie's dead 
I hope I ain't going crazy, I know I ain't losing my head 
No more obituaries, no more hearse, that shit hurt 
You damn right, but see there's game plus a part of life 
Got so much game to give they label my rap positive 
Why not take advantage of that and give it back to my neighbourhood 
Because them people wit them badges callin' themselves police 
Be them same suckers going home selling hella weed 
Everybody's human we need to live by the constitution 
I ain't no dummy, behind them walls of congress someone's juicin' 
How you think the streets get flooded wit guns and knifes and crack 
Us blacks ain't got the type of machinery to deliver that 
And the people that do kick back in mansions, pushing remotes 
I ain't no hater, but man the law can't stand them folks 

Chorus 

Once that crack hit this world a lot of us lost our minds 
Foolz was selling everything in tha house down to the iron 
After Scarface I wanted to be like Tony Montana 
Until the narcs caught me slippin' on tha ... 
They followed me and sweated me as if I was a rich man 
I'm just a playa up out of Frisco tryin' to put my mack hand down 
I be around jsut like tha single 
Twinkle twinkle who's tha star, how I wonder where you are 
Stepped in tha back then test tha mic and break 'em off a proper ... 
That's what I did for representing Cali, you know 
I used to be local but now I'm a nation wide professional 
Once I get home to tha Bay, six days are so boring 
Down to call for my P.O. she wants to test my urine 
Now I'm tryin' to think did I drink or did I smoke too much 
Here I am in her office, I forgot to hide these bucks 
Livin' beyond your means you know that's a violation, bro 
Peace to all my homies across the world, stay off parole 

Yeah, Pac, you know Ragtop we got love, man 

Chorus
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