Concrete Couch - Scarface

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 Saturday it seems like

Got dressed and hit the corner with my team, right

Smoke it, roll it up and pass it around

Now I’m stoned and my ass 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 ass behind bars

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

Fingerprinted, gettin' booked in

They fed a nigga 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 pass

Boss came in with his punk ass

Talkin' to a nigga like it’s date time

Askin' where I’m from, I’m from H-town

Niggas askin' me what I’m in for

Nosy motherfuckers want some info

I tell him, «Dog, I ain’t done shit

You know these redneck crackers think they run shit»

It’s lights out, I tie my mat down

Chuck it on the rack and stretch my ass out

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

It’s court call in the halls

Strip a nigga down to his balls

Bare-butt 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 bitch full of race hate

And a nigga 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 piss in a jug, bitch

Just because I’m Black, I get fucked 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 nigga’s ass in some hot grease

I’m just tryna get my ass out the hot seat

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