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Imogene

Imagine making it big in this rap game

And you think it's all good

I'm here to tell you it ain't baby

You got every eye in the world on you

You gotta understand these people fear what they don't knowImagine life with no jails and no laws

And no harassment on brothers in fancy cars

Now why they want to trap me, make me a slave

They just mad cause a ghetto nigga break breadI'm on the ground cuffed up like a dog

Said my cuffs too tight, but they laugh when they see me fall

I guess my skins too dark for them to hear me

I know they don't like me, for some reason I think they fear me

Quit tripping on my chains and my rangs

I want to hit em, but I didn't cause I maintained

They got me FED's on the scene and they sware I got the cream

And the stolen truck green, canine all up in my jeans

They don't realize I'm a soldier

I had a pissed, ask your son, I know he gotta see-Murder disc

Number one in every record store

Mom and pops tap my phones, but you know I ain't slangin' rocks

Take me to jail but I tell em take me off the scene

My first call go to P, he put my mind at ease

You told me not to trip cause it's a bigger picture

And if your tank don't put it on TRU, I'm a come and get yaWoah, picture life without the crooked cops and without the cell blocks

Would you sell rocks, or would you be like me, I'm shell shocked

And I went through stressin' (why), cause I'm already strapped,

bulletproof vesting

Waiting to be tested by the devil on that level

I used to sit on the porch with my uncle Ben

And I watched the murder scene when I was 13, dad, why they come for me

And it made me crazy, and it made me lose my mind

And from time to time it crossed my mind

What if there wasn't a crime

Now Slim, would you kill for me and everything that's true for me

If there was no law, and nobody was superstars

No state trooper cars to follow, you wouldn't have to swallow

Your rocks, so toss the glocks with the hollow

I would kill a rich man and drink his blood, would it bring me riches

Or would I just be selling my soul to them wicked witches

We already in babylon, the world is a ghetto and God is like the don,

nigga woah

Songwriters

CRAIG BAZILE, C MILLER, M PHIPPS, J TAPPPublished by

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