Trouble in Town

Trouble in town, because they cut my brother down Because my sister can't wear her crown There's trouble, there's trouble in town Blood on the beach, oh my goodness There's blood on the beach Lore of the jungle, or the lore of the street There's blood on, there's blood on the beach And I get no shelter, and I get no peace And I never get released Trouble in town, because they hung my brother brown Because the system just keep it down This trouble, this trouble in town And I get no shelter, and I get no peace And I just get more policed And I get no comfort, and I get no name Everything is getting strange Best friends What's that? What's his name? X (Standby, sir) Alright, is that X your middle name? Of course, it's on a vehicle ID, right? You gettin' smart? 'Cause you'll be in a fucking car with him Fucking smartass (just tellin' you) I'm asking you what the X is, is that your middle name? Of course, what is it? Don't come back with the "what is it?" fucking shit Talk to these fucking pigs on the street that way You ain't talking to me that way I don't talk to nobody in the streets, I don't hang with nobody Well then don't come to fucking Philadelphia, stay in Jersey I have family out here Everybody thinks they're a fucking lawyer and they don't know jackshit Are you supposed to grab me like this? Grab you up? I'll grab you any way I got to You're not protecting me while I'm trying, while I'm trying to go to work Why don't you shut up? Jikelele, jikelele Jikelele, jikelele Jikelele, jikelele Jikelele, jikelele