traffic on mars
Singer:banner, david
an amigo stuck in traffic
now he fallin' like bambi
'cause his radio blastin'
what you gonna tell his family
call me michael jordan davis
i do a little ballin' on the side
couldn't even get a green card
now you gotta go back to trappin'
walkin' in the white house
screamin' 'bout keepin' my promise
and keepin' the hope in the streets
while i'm smokin' on sweets
in the suites in the hyatt
take some clothes and i peep it
i'm goin' for blasting the range in this traffic
i won't be on top of the crop
all this bullshit that's on the ground got me
i roll up to my hell yeah
ride deep through regalia
right over these crackers
then pray for who sell you a pound
went to hell and i'll tell you who i found
don't sell out your chrondo
and get nailed to the ground
there's more in your town than my town
gon' need more lieutenants
and captains and generals
there's murder for minerals in ghana
so i'ma blow this marijuana
that live under boko haram
but stuck in this traffic
and we're smokin' in the spaceship
that according to the department of justice
in a study released in 2004
are three times more likely than white males
to have their cars stopped and searched for drugs
even though white males are four and half times more likely
to actually have drugs on us on the occasion when we are stopped
because that suggests that racial profiling is not just racist
but it's also pretty stupid-ass law enforcement
because i guess it's only stupid if you think the purpose of the war of drugs
is actually to get drugs off the street