I Want To Be Free (that's The Truth) Lyrics - Shorty The Pimp - Too $hort

You think Oakland, California, is a city of punks 

It only takes a second to pop the trunk 

And just like that, you know it's real 

You're in the right damn town to get killed 

It's all about the game and nothin' else 

You come out here, you better watch yourself 

'Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red 

But cross the wrong brothers and end up dead 

You catch a body full of bullets and get blasted 

Tryin' to be a gangsta but you just ain't lastin' 

This little town is gettin' wild as hell 

Check the penetentiaries and all the jails 

If they could lock us all up, that would be just fine 

Got my partners from Oakland doin' serious time 

You can't argue with the truth, it's hard to be black 

But it's a mindgame and you gotta deal with that 

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I wake up everyday and I just can't wait 

To make mo money 'cause back in the days 

When I rapped, I did the same damn thing I do now 

Grab the microphone and show you how 

But I was broke, the only thing I had was game 

I started makin' money and knew things would change 

Bought a Benz, thought it might earn respect 

But the OPD found it hard to accept 

I got jacked by the [unverified] 

Face down on the ground, keep my hands in sight 

Put the handcuffs on backseat, I'm in it 

Illegal search for about thirty minutes 

Askin' me where's the dope 

Where's my gun but I don't know 

I said I'm rappin', they laugh like I told a joke 

And to this day they think I'm sellin' coke 

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I want to be free, ohh yeah 

(And that's the truth) 

I want to be free, ohh yeah 

I be in Oakland, California every day of my life 

Bass so hard, you think I'm smokin' a pipe 

And if I don't smoke it, I gots to grind 

Searched all my stuff and all you find 

Is a pocket full of money, count seven G's 

Now you wanna think I'm sellin' keys 

'Cause I'm a black man, but I run my own business 

So why the police wanna send me to prison 

They see a brother makin' major cash 

They knock a patch out his black ass 

And that's the truth, you can't argue you at all 

Tryin' to give you ten years for a phone call 

Ain't even trippin' on the dank smoke 

'Cause all they wanna find is guns and coke 

In court all the time, tryin' to fight it 

We get rich, we get [unverified] 

So what's the problem officer, this time? 

Is havin' big money, bein' black a crime? 

Or did you take me to jail to teach me a lesson 

Charge me with somethin' or just ask questions 

About the brothers I hang around? 

What's really goin' on in the Oakland town? 

Tell me who went broke, and who got rich 

But Too $hort baby, just ain't no snitch 

You say you're just doin' your job 

But you're gettin on my nerves, just like Bob 

Every time I hit a corner, I see you 

Always tellin' brothers what to do 

You lock me up 'cause I don't know how to act 

But I'm down for mine, so I be talkin' back 

And when I do, you treat me bad as hell 

I'm sick of spendin' nights in jail 

I want to be free, ohh yeah 

(And that's the truth) 

I want to be free, ohh yeah 

Got out of jail about [unverified] 

Walkin' down the street like a broke dopefiend 

Had a pocket full of money tryin' to play the role 

Benz got towed and I was hella cold 

But I ain't trippin', I'm gettin' used to it now 

Handcuffed, your boy took me straight downtown 

For three warrants, had to catch me sooner or later 

'Cause the five-oh's always tryin' to jack a playa 

For no reason, wasn't doin nothin wrong 

You think I'm lyin', singin' that same ol song 

Well I'm a black man, ridin' in a Benz 

How in the hell did I make these ends? 

Here we go, I pull over to the right 

Stop the engine, keep my hands in sight 

I start cursin' 'cause it don't make sense 

Why would I run and try to jump a fence 

If I was plannin' a smooth getaway 

I never woulda stopped in the first place 

You'd be high speed chasin' me but this time you ain't 

'Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank 

And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who 

Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue 

And if I sue, I won't get nothin' back 

But I ain't mad, I'm just black 

I want to be free, ohh yeah 

I want to be free, ohh yeah 

I want to be free, ohh yeah 

I want to be free, ohh yeah