[Interlude]
Francine Hughes: You shot three people, don't you have any remorse?
Bumpy Johnson: Remorse comes when you feel you've done something wrong
Francine Hughes: You don't think killing is wrong?
Bumpy Johnson: Innocent people? Yes
There's been thirty five lynchings this year alone
Depression got people starvin' all over the country
Scottsboro Boys in the jail for a crime they didn't commit
All of that is wrong
Francine Hughes: Yeah, I understand all that
Bumpy Johnson: But?
Francine Hughes: But I don't understand you
You're a perfect gentleman, you're a poet
You're nice to people, you-you think about things
And then, within a blink of an eye, you can kill or be killed
Bumpy Johnson: Is there nothing in this world that you love enough, that you would kill for it or die for it?
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yeah
When darkness consumes the neighborhood streets
The neighborhood hoods and the neighborhood creeps
Come out to play with they hats pulled down
And their hoodies pulled low below they eyebrows
Take yo ass in the crib you not down for madness
'Bout to go down three at night
Night shift workers come home they walk fast
Scared to go through they own block, yeah, it's that bad
The villains making a killin' sellin' pieces of weight
E&J inside a hot chamomile tea
Keep em warm 'cause the cold air'll cut your skin
It's bleedin' outside but the block still clickin'
There's cameras in the hood but the fiends still smoke
The narcs makin' movies
They lookin' for the role of the worlds dumbest criminal caught on film while the real criminal minds continue to thrive in
Francine Hughes: You shot three people, don't you have any remorse?
Bumpy Johnson: Remorse comes when you feel you've done something wrong
Francine Hughes: You don't think killing is wrong?
Bumpy Johnson: Innocent people? Yes
There's been thirty five lynchings this year alone
Depression got people starvin' all over the country
Scottsboro Boys in the jail for a crime they didn't commit
All of that is wrong
Francine Hughes: Yeah, I understand all that
Bumpy Johnson: But?
Francine Hughes: But I don't understand you
You're a perfect gentleman, you're a poet
You're nice to people, you-you think about things
And then, within a blink of an eye, you can kill or be killed
Bumpy Johnson: Is there nothing in this world that you love enough, that you would kill for it or die for it?
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yeah
When darkness consumes the neighborhood streets
The neighborhood hoods and the neighborhood creeps
Come out to play with they hats pulled down
And their hoodies pulled low below they eyebrows
Take yo ass in the crib you not down for madness
'Bout to go down three at night
Night shift workers come home they walk fast
Scared to go through they own block, yeah, it's that bad
The villains making a killin' sellin' pieces of weight
E&J inside a hot chamomile tea
Keep em warm 'cause the cold air'll cut your skin
It's bleedin' outside but the block still clickin'
There's cameras in the hood but the fiends still smoke
The narcs makin' movies
They lookin' for the role of the worlds dumbest criminal caught on film while the real criminal minds continue to thrive in
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