DOWN BY LAW

I just think timin' is everything

Like ****, this it, this, this one right here

That ain't easy

Stay motivated, stay inspired

I owe it to myself, stay down on it

And it ain't been hard throughout the journey

It's been a journey

Ooh

Oh

Hey-yeah

Hello, hello, my ****

Hello my—, hello, my ****

Please keep it mellow, my ****

Stop sippin' yellow, my ****

You itchin' and twitchin' and glitchin', my ****

Listen, my **** (Shh)

Snakes in your circle and them bitches hissin', my ****

My **** don't listen, one thing I hate 'bout my ****

So I just pray 'bout my ****

****, it's hard, **** done gave up on God

Maybe God gave up on us

Maybe She angry we worshippin' all these false idols, so devils just preyin' on us

This for the junkie, the fiend and the loser

Prayin' to God in the back of a cruiser

I pray that prison can cure your addiction and devil's affliction don't hurt you no more

Needin' no reason, but I'll let you know

I was so young when I stood at that store

That I did not know that the money you paid me was meant for your babies and now they just poor

It was just business, my ****

I am not vicious, my ****

I had no vision, my ****

I wanted Gucci and Fendi, my ****

Gucci, Givenchy, my ****

But none of them crackers ain't love us, my ****

All of them crackers said fuck us, my ****

Mad 'cause they women in love with the god

They fuck us and suck us and love us, my ****

Back to the trap, back to the Dickies and buffs

Lookin' like I drive a truck

Fuckin' my bitch? Shit, better be rich, she buy a new bag a week

Goddamnit, I don't understand it, but if she's an addict, this Gucci purse gon' get her geeked

Thick with her ass, she in some Betty Shabazz, pretty as Coretta Scott

All that I got, she got the face of a model

She got the heart of Assata

She from the gutter, my ****

Wife and a mother, my ****

Winnie Mandela, my ****

Free Leonard Pelletier, my ****, Obama

Please free our mama, my ****, Assata, my ****

Please free Mutulu, my ****

Heart of a Zulu, my ****

Free Larry Hoover, my ****

Free Jeff Fort, my ****

Fuck all the courts, my ****

Movin' like Malcolm and Martin and King

Lift Every Voice is the song that I sing

Born in the womb of a beautiful teen

I am a beautiful, wonderful thing

I am a king, my woman's a queen

Master Fard said, "We are the God"

I study hard like John Henrik Clarke

Even in my days of whippin' the hard

I'll tell the devil that Black man is God

Keepin' it player, just playin' my part

Lean on my Demon and post in the park

Jewelry on gleamin' like Rakim Allah

My Eric B. is my nine in the car

You try to G me, get nine in your jaw

Bless all the felons that handled the raw

Fuck all the tellers that ran to the law

Hey-yeah

Watch out for the hitters with sticks in the car

My name is Michael, I'm down by law

Won't you help us, oh, holy Father?

Oh, holy Father

And I miss your wisdom, mama

I miss your wisdom, mama

Like, nobody's gonna live forever and neither am I

Two shots for the city that raised me

Atlanta, Georgia

Thanks for the pain that you gave me

I'm so thankful for ya

Because without it, no one would've known that I was even alive

I'm down

This shit is so Atlanta

Down by law