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(feat. Trife Da God) [Intro: singer] Them drugs is not mine, them drugs is not mine [Chorus: Trife Da God (singer)] It wouldn't be a problem, if I did the crime I would be a man about it, and just serve my time, but (Them drugs is not mine, them drugs is not mine) I hear all these muthafuckas out here on the grind The cops picked me for the hurt, and chose me out of the line, I said (Them drugs is not mine, them drugs is not mine) [Trife Da God] Officer of the law, why you touching me for? Checking the crack of my ass, and looking under my balls Strip searching, touching my person, dropping my drawers And to top it all off, I ain't got nothing at all I'm a hard working tax payer, for that nature Do forty hours a week, slaving for that paper I'm try'nna make an honest living, it's not much And you hide behind ya gun and badge, thinking you tough Look at him starting, the boys in the blue, peep the sergeant Saying "Let's take him anyway, run his name for warrants" I'm a U.S. citizen, stop treating me like a foreign My whip's legit, get off my dick, insurance plus registration Letras de cancionesWe under surveillance, feds investigating Assuming I'm wrong doing with false accusations They discriminating cuz off my races Central bookings, they was scared to look me dead in my face Now you telling me, I'm being charged with a felony Possesion with intent to sale, three days I spent jail Them drugs ain't mine, your honor, and I ain't copping out of shit Not even one bag of marijuana [Chorus] [Trife Da God] Now I'm sitting up in court, contemplating my thoughts In a cell, with thirty inmates blowing Newports And I'm awaiting to be arraigned, these niggaz doing the same Nodded off in a corner, the bailiff calling my name In front of judge, looking filthy Asking my lawyer how I plead, I plead not guilty He set bail, momma love on the edge of her seat, biting her nails Stressed out, the look on her face was mighty pale Her son's going to jail, a black innocent male No justice, but these kids say justice prevails Stuck between a rock and a hard place, the God's face Truly explains the pain and the heartaches It's too much to partake, but I'm still fighting Still got my hand up, even though it seem frighting It's a fucked up system, niggaz, please listen The old tradition plants in this country, it needs fixing [Chorus] [Hook 2X: singer] Mr. Officer, please understand Them drugs ain't mine, you got the wrong man So quick to put those cuffs on my hands Take my freedom, disrupting my plans From Letras Mania