Drumma Boy - Blame It On The System lyrics

[Hook x4: Turk] Blame it on the system, we can't win and we losing Black a k**er, black man, k** a white man, they're losing him [Verse 1: Turk] Every second, every minute, every hour, every day They put a n***a head behind bars and throw the key away They find you guilty for the charge before you plead the case Yeah, you're guilty 'til proven innocent, them b**hes snakes Real talk, dog, know it ain't fake You gotta stay strong, homie don't break Stay silent n***a, and don't turn state I keep it gangsta like a G that's the only way I'mma take my lick, no I never been a snitch I done did time twice, and I'd do this sh** again They say why do ten when you can tell on a friend Then put you out there so a n***a cut through your head It's a dirty world but it still spin You can't do nothing about but try to live in it We've been losing don't doubt it, them people still winning It strikes you out like a diamond, night ended [Hook] [Verse 2: Gunplay] f** the state jury judge and the victim All they love to see is me convicted, but I'm mafia connected He rattin, a**ault with this rifle is suggested I'm already won every battle tested This your warning I won't send another message The system can't calm me and the feds can't catch us! These hoes can't break me and these haters can't stress us Folks can't pin any murder to these weapons They're tryina give me life, they ain't tryna give me justice Bang bang with the gavel, no discussions We running from the fusses, they're jumping on who does it n***as right back on the block like they wasn't Could never stop the hustle or the bullet out this muzzle Pistol grip pump knocking pieces out your puzzle Pointed at the trial, you must wanna die You gonna get the business once you stop one foot outside [Hook] [Verse 3: Turk] I caught a charge and the judge try to s** to me Trying to get me thirty years for the steal, but he couldn't He gave me the max, and they send me to max Twenty three in one what you know about that It's hard when you're black, you don't stand a chance Sentence you to d**h if you k** a white man In inside man, we're never right, man Go to trial, hit your life, shootin dice man To the police we're a perfect target Their main goal is trying to take us out the f**ing market Make you a convict, now you're starving Can't get a job picking cotton cause of your charges Ain't nothing changed cause Barack You're out your damn frame if you think corruption stop It still the same man this sh** ain't ever stop You can blame it on the system, don't blame it on hip hop! [Hook]