Accused!

A dark sordid street,
two boys nine at best
Los Angeles housing authority
the kind you drive up to in reverse
so as not to become a hearse
knowing that mister Palos Verdes
was good for an 8 ball
middle upper class,
tweaking on a coke fix
"Rock, Rock, Rock, mister!"
charge the cab,
bring your nine up and let it speak
baby fingers,
can't hold the barrel straight
been told their whole lives of a bleak fate
crisp 100's speaking volumes
they spoke to me with blood money,
stained legal tinder

Let me back up here...

See I was born in South Central
See I was born in South Central
..... eh, eh, eh...Oregon
just a middle class kid,
out trying to get the bid
education seemed like a noble cause,
so I traveled south without pause

and found.....

myself driving hack just to get by
learning what it meant to really cry
Pontiacs on blocks,
free for the takin'
driving down this street gamin',
had me a shaking
knowing all along I was a pawn,
I became re-awakened.....

Let me back up here...

"His name was Raoul,
Puerto Rican man man in his mid 50's
small in stature,
large in bravado,
with a drunken chip on his shoulder
he cried,
he swore revenge,
he had unfinished business
I didn't speak the language,
but he mentioned something about
his grandsons only being nine years old."

I dropped him in Lennox
2 days later he was found dead....

I got back in my cab,
when the heat came in saying he was stabbed
locked me away from my dreams and desires
taking away my freedom,
then just barely held in fires
looked to me while walking away,
knowing I was there to stay...

So far from home in an unjust prison,
it is my yesterday these times
I was rolled away in an alley like mice,
darting and running without rhymes.....
Robert Kennedy brought me salvation,
namesake only,
Dad layed down a grands worth of defense,
just for a call that made sense

They tried to pin their jelly donut case,
on a green Oregon boy
I put them in their place,
defended against the spray of mace
white boys can take quite a beating too,
if you've got no way to proove
straddling the fence,
from the wrong side of the tracks,
no way to groove

So I learned...

My money is bloody,
stained from being used....
to clot the needle prick
If I pulled up to you and judged your color...
I had to,
a brick through my window,
glass imbedded in my eyes...
only then did I know that I had already died....
the jaws of life played games with my body
finally allowing me to be saved,
although shotty