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letra de concrete couch (hot seat alternate version) - scarface

[verse 1]
just waking up, i gotta thank god
fired up a square—that’s how my day starts
early mornin’ buzzin’ got me lookin’ at life
outside, i see movin’ pictures, look at the lights
it’s just another sat-rday it seems like
got dressed and hit the corner with my team, right
smoke it, roll it up and p-ss it around
now i’m stoned and my -ss is barely draggin’ the ground
no sooner than i think they woulda thought of
a cop walks over, never saw him
“excuse me, mister officer man, i wasn’t tryna disrespect”
and started coughin’ again
eyes red as a bandana
and one time heavy on his antenna
at his request they sent a squad car
and then they put my black -ss behind bars

[chorus: jack freeman]
just wanna pack up my bags, and get out of this hole
can’t believe they treat me so bad
can’t believe they actin’ so cold
i just wanna leave this room
i’m still sitting on this concrete couch
just waiting for the judge to say, that i’m gon’ be free today, yeah

[verse 2]
fingerprinted, gettin’ booked in
they fed a n-gg- johnny, so i took ten
’cause i’m knowing that i’ll be sittin’ here the whole night
empty drunk tank, it’s finna be a cold flight
i finally come up on some housin’
old celly, so i’m battin’ me a thousand
and plus i got a bottom bunk p-ss
boss came in with his punk -ss
talkin’ to a n-gg- like it’s date time
askin’ where i’m from, i’m from h-town
n-gg-s askin’ me what i’m in for
nosy motherf-ckers want some info
i tell him, “dog, i ain’t done sh-t
you know these redneck crackers think they run sh-t”
it’s lights out, i tie my mat down
chuck it on the rack and stretch my -ss out

[chorus: jack freeman]
gonna pack up my bags, and get out of this hole
can’t believe they treat me so bad
can’t believe they actin’ so cold
i just wanna leave this room
i’m still sitting on this concrete couch
just waiting for the judge to say, that i’m gon’ be free today, yeah

[verse 3]
it’s court call in the halls
strip a n-gg- down to his b-lls
bare-b-tt naked in my tennis shoes
the nighttime sergeant want an interview
they push us out like livestock
“ain’t no talkin’ while i’m talkin’, this is my block”
i finally get to see me a judge
i’m a black man, so she got a grudge
old b-tch full of race hate
and a n-gg- quick to represent the gray state
i ain’t got a lawyer, i don’t need one
give me thirty days, you get three-one
i ain’t tryna p-ss in a jug, b-tch
just because i’m black, i get f-cked with
i bet if i had been a white dude
i’d have never been arrested, look at michael
and even if i swam like a fish, though
they still would’ve threw me in the crisco
and fried a n-gg-‘s -ss in some hot grease
i’m just tryna get my -ss out the hot seat

[produced by n.o. joe and sap]

- scarface

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