2 Play: I want to be free

You think oakland california is a city of punksIt only takes a second, to pop the trunkAnd just like that you know it's realYou're in the right damn town to get killedIt's all about the game, and nothin elseYou come out here, you better watch yourselfCause you can wear what you want, even blue or redBut cross the wrong brothers, and end up deadYou catch a body full of bullets, and get blastedTryin to be a gangsta but you just ain't lastinThis little town is gettin wild as hellCheck the penetentiaries and all the jailsIf they could lock us all up that would be just fineGot my partners from oakland doin serious timeYou can't argue with the truth it's hard to be blackBut it's a mindgame, and you gotta deal with thatI wake up everyday and i just can't waitTo make mo money, cause back in the daysWhen i rapped, i did the same damn thing i do nowGrab the microphone, and show you howBut i was broke, the only thing i had was gameI started makin money and knew things would changeBought a benz, thought it might earn respectBut the opd, found it hard to acceptI got jacked by the task and jacked by the viceFace down on the ground keep my hands in sightPut the handcuffs on backseat i'm in itIllegal search for about thirty minutesAskin me, where's the dopeWhere's my gun, but i don't knowI said i'm rappin, they laugh like i told a jokeAnd to this day they think i'm sellin cokeI want to be free! (and that's the truth) ohhh yeahhhI want to be free! ohhh yeahhhI be in oakland california every day of my lifeBass so hard you think i'm smokin a pipeAnd if i don't smoke it, i gots to grindSearched all my stuff, and all you findIs a pocket full of money count seven g'sNow you wanna think i'm sellin keysCause i'm a black man, but i run my own businessSo why the police wanna send me to prisonThey see a brother makin major cashThey knock a patch out his black assAnd that's the truth, you can't argue you at allTryin to give you ten years for a phone callAin't even trippin on the dank smokeCause all they wanna find, is guns and cokeIn court all the time tryin to fight itWe get rich, we get indeibtedSo what's the problem officer this time?Is havin big money bein black a crime?Or did you take me to jail, to teach me a lessonCharge me with somethin, or just ask questionsAbout the brothers i hang aroundWhat's really goin on in the oakland townTell me who went broke, and who got richBut too baby just ain't no snitchYou say you're just doin your jobBut you're gettin on my nerves, just like bobEverytime i hit a corner, i see youAlways tellin brothers what to doYou lock me up cause i don't know how to actBut i'm down for mine so i be talkin backAnd when i do, you treat me bad as hellI'm sick of spendin nights in jailI want to be free! (and that's the truth) ohhh yeahhhI want to be free! ohhh yeahhhGot out of jail about fo'-fifteenWalkin down the street like a broke dopefiendHad a pocket full of money tryin to play the roleBenz got towed and i was hella coldBut i ain't trippin, i'm gettin used to it nowHandcuffed your boy took me straight downtownFor three warrants, had to catch me sooner or laterCause the five-oh's always tryin to jack a playaFor no reason, wasn't doin nothin wrongYou think i'm lyin, singin that same ol songWell i'm a black man, ridin in a benzHow in the hell did i make these ends? here we goI pull over to the rightStop the engine keep my hands in sightI start cursin, cause it don't make senseWhy would i run and try to jump a fenceIf i was plannin, a smooth getawayI never woulda stopped in the first placeYou'd be high speed chasin me but this time you ain'tCause all i got on me is a big fat bankAnd i hope i don't get robbed by you know whoMake me donate some g's to the boys in blueAnd if i sue, i won't get nothin backBut i ain't mad... i'm just black...I want to be free! ohhh yeahhhI want to be free! ohhh yeahhhI want to be free! ohhh yeahhhI want to be free! ohhh yeahhh