Criminal The Roots (Ft. Saigon & Truck North)

[Hook: Kevin Hanson]
And Monday, they predict the storm
Tuesday, they predict the bang
Wednesday, they cover the crash
And I can see it's all about cash
And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass
And treat me like a criminal

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Look, it is what it is because of what it was
I did what I did cause it does what it does
I don't put nothing above what I am, what I love
My family, my blood, my city and my hood
Hater for the greater good, I'm back from Hollywood
And I ain't changed a lick, though I know I probably should
But what I'm doing is not a good look
I never did it by the good book as a lifetime crook
All the petty crime took a toll on me
I look around at my homies that's getting old on me
But still something got a hold on me, maybe it's fate
If it's coming, yo, I'm willing to wait, I'm not running
I done ran through the muck, I done scrambled and such
I done robbed and odd jobbed and gambled enough
Until I'm put up in handcuffs and pissing in a cup
If there's a God, I don't know if he listening or what