Belief - Getyourmindtright lyrics

[Hook] Let me get your mind right [Verse One: MURS] Got a letter from my home boy He shot a kite Tryin' to find out exactly what happened that night It said, "Dear MURS It was routine work At the enemy Heat under the shirt He took us back to the block and Here come the cops So we think the heats Same a** questions Same ole bullsh** But in my back pocket, I forgot I had a full clip I played it quiet Just sat around Then the rookie cop said that he had to pat me down What's about to happen now? That's what I thought when they cuffed me Now there's fruit punch in this bullsh** lunch meat But trust me I'm gonna be home soon Cause the LA county ain't got enough room Until then One love and I'm out And until I get home Keep my heat at your house" [Hook: x2] [A.G.] They got me in a cell homes Sittin' here in these jail clothes Future unknown Over sh** that was said on a cell phone Case is well known We made the papers Incriminating evidence from letters I mailed home sh** is real I look pale, I feel alone They froze the bank account Closed the nail saloon And n***as in here wanna test the kid Like I ain't a wild hood with a f**ed up childhood Should I plead the fifth and don't say sh**? Make the D.A. prove the case when he look upon my face? Will they see the hate and anger of a young black man? Sayin' to myself, "Damn, I know I should have ran." My lawyer keep tellin' me to take a plea My lady said she'll wait for me We know that's make believe Go ahead and exhale Don't wait to breath I think you suffered enough And I just keep f**in' it up Get your mind right for you die in a blaze Get you ready for the tombs if you get knocked buying the haze Keep you icey when your wife gets creepin' Plus feel your hunger pains when your gang ain't eatin' Let me get your mind right for you die in a blaze Get you ready for the tombs if you get knocked buying the haze Keep you icey when your wife gets creepin' Plus feel your hunger pains when your gang ain't eatin' [Hook]