No More Prisons Hurricane G (Ft. Rishi)

[Hurricane G]
Aiyyo son, you have the right to remain silent
Even though you ain't did NOTHIN violent
So Hurricane G spit this, rip this
Straight out the poorest congressional district
The Bronx baby, shit is crazy!
I see my niggas get harassed daily
183rd you heard, got it locked
But shit is hot, we got choppers on the spot
Watched off rooftops, from WAY up the block
My niggas be like, "FUCK the cops!"
And face the consequences
Risk bein beat, killed, and arrested
Sentenced, forced to live between wire fences
It's a FUCKED UP AGENDA
Whether cop a plea or surrender
If you'se a three time drug offender
You goin DOWN son
For way less than a POUND son
The government got no love, twenty-five thousand niggas
In New York in jail for drugs
And three million in the streets is thugs
What, the, FUCK?!

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Aiyyo I drop gems sporadic, it ain't democratic
My demographic, ain't tryin to feel no type of static
But still can't escape from Jake
From one-six-eight, to over the bridge, outta state
It's hate, tryin to relate, the violation
Annihilation, on all different type of nation
Word life, it's like the third reich, you heard right
Pulled me over on the turnpike, plus my birthright thwarted
By the government supported
Court ordered, good lawyer? I can't afford it
Sound distorted, I don't be where the wealthy be
So they got a cell for me and act unhealthily
But I got somethin that they all should check
N.Y.C., P.N.P., up on your set