A dark windy road
Running down with my handgun
And it's so cold
Hide behind the filling station
I can feel the bloodhounds sniffing and getting closer
I need to leave town 'cause I just shot down an officer
A convict and I'm wanted
Two strikes and this will make three
They beat me down like Rodney
A victim of brutality it was self defense, self defense
Oh Lord knows that I'm innocent
Is a conspiracy
Requesting air support. Black male suspect running down i-101, north-east. Officer down. I repeat: officer down. Please respond
No time to waste
I'm running from incarceration
Get out my way 'cause I'm not going back to prison
They made me a outlaw
The moment when they stash that contraband in my car
Didn't do nothing illegal
But I've been set up to be the one to take the fall
Convict and I'm wanted
Two strikes and this will make three
They beat me down like Rodney
A victim of brutality, it was self-defense, self-defense
Oh Lord knows that I'm innocent it's a conspiracy
(Hey bud
Uh uh?
I need you to bring me anybody that
I can pin this on, ya hear me?
Yah
Get to work
Alright... alright... alright...)
Just another routine stop 'cause I was speeding
Thought they just give me a ticket and I'd be leaving
Little that I know I was a part of a bigger plot
Bad drug deal orchestrated by a crooked cop
Why so many of em, in one spot
Something isn't right, no is just not
But before I could figure out what was going on
I was on the ground getting beat up and stomped on
I'm half-dead, I'm half dead
What did I do to deserve this
I must escape before they kill a nigga
I grabbed the gun from his holster and pulled the trigger
A convict and I'm wanted
Two strikes and this will make three
They beat me down like Rodney
A victim of brutality, it was self defense, self defense
Oh Lord knows that I'm innocent it's a conspiracy
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