Squad Car - Lpg

And everyplace in my city make it seems like I’m guilty

And this treatment deemed necessary

Had a gleam in my eye and a spring in my step since i

Was a child chillin innocent yet authorities didn’t notice it

Think I’m locin it and smoking up so they stick me in

The back of a squad car

And I’m off to the holdin tank cuz they planted junk

To make it seem like I’m holdin dank saw me foldin bank

Didn’t think I was employed doesn’t fit the stereotype

Of a latin boy and so I’m not far

From the edge and even if I’m pushed its just gonna make it

Look like I’ve been a criminal since I took my

Very first step and whats worst yet is I was never given chance

Livin for a glance of a better life but you know

Its never in sight

I been a benefactor of a factory workin dad

Had to be bleepin mad to be keeping that job not far

From a raise so they’d say but if you go their way

You just will keep your lower wage and I was at my

Grow up age when he started his own shop

Money pourin in so he figured he’d smoke pot but odds are

When that happen you is not far from graduatin to that rock hard

And that’s exactly what happened happy days come and gone

Along with the house and home and spouse and grown kids

What he did bug me out for the drugs we out a pops

With an only option to watch and so it goes story told had

To fold cards business went under and family asunder

Now is there any wonder why I’m not far

From the hood getting chased by a squad car

Odds are if you living not far from the hood you’ve been chased by a squad car

Now im just riding down them streets still down for them streets

With beats lock on banging just waiting for the lights of a squad car

Not knowing where they are but I m knowing they ain’t far

And its not hard to tell its the same everywhere

The game really isn’t fair and I swear even if I try hard

They still going roll me up still going hold me up

Slow me up and if I start trippen they going sow me up

Asking me to throw it up I tell them I ain’t banging

They ask me where I keep my stash I tell them I ain’t slanging

Why did you pull me over anyways they said what you’d expect

That I fit the description of a drive by suspect

So I cooporate and watch them search my ride

Not afraid of what they’ll find but of what they might plant inside

I ain’t got nuttin to hide but when you sittin in the back of a squad car

If you let your pride react you’ll be behind bars

And the fact is if you practice some restraint there’s a method

To they madness and i can’t hurt my status so I paint a smile on my face

Hit em with some grace ain’t got no time to waist

Anit trying to catch a case

Carefully place my words trying not to speak in haste

I wish it was erased instead im left with deep scars

How can you trust a man whos got his own plan and the power

To back it up because he drives a squad car