I heard a criminal once sayin’ to a judge: to keep me off the streets i will need a suit..
i will need a coup i will not need a roof.
I guess that's how a man who didn't have a roof over his head since he had his first tooth see the world just fancy cars and suits..
for him dat was the truth.
I wouldn’t blame the guy.. he lived in a phone booth!
I blame rest of the world for not showin’ him the proof that he’s innocent..
that he just didn't know life’s truth.
People use to look at him with looks like bullets..
for their eyes he wasn’t bullet proof..
so now he’s shootin’ them with real bullets just to show them the proof that he’s bleedin’ guilt…
and now to make 'em pay its their blood that he had to spill.
U see there’s no way that guy would've turn this way if we gave him another chance..
another way or another door to wake away from the crime…
if we gave him a job he wouldn't just lay back and imagine that payback..
he would've gotten his life back.
