I’m Izell Robinson, Minnesota inmate number 210006, and today I’m going to just perform a little rap piece for you all, kind of about, you know, my tribulations with the state. Here we go.
What’s that the [inaudible] be saying?
Another one?
Well, this is another one.
I don’t know why they mad, but ask me if I care
It’s game over
Dear Minnesota, middle finger to you
Government and state wanna hook me like bait
Sink me in one of your 10,000 lakes
An allegation is all it takes
Investigation incomplete, yet police get paid
Cause this a victim that the state made
It was more she say, forget what he say
Because if it’s me too, they see it one way
Couldn’t beat consent, had to be crime
A statistic for violence has climbed
Recidivism rates still ain’t declined
[Inaudible] since last I did time
Mandated treatment and therapists lying
Honestly what they telling I ain’t buying
Rather spend [inaudible] on bettering me
Helping my see something to believe
When something at the core is love and tragedy
System put a stop to who I’m to be
Until my hope faded like a jail tattoo
The state versus me, that ain’t nothing new
I been through all the tricks, they all [inaudible] to distance you
Like nosebleed seats, anything to take you from the streets
These [inaudible] where they play a game for keeps
Have you acted too sweet in the city of men
Where behind closed doors they sit and grin
Make prison life a laughing matter
Forget the ripple of lives shattered
Loaded untruths point the trigger me
Group therapy and trash they recycle to me
They are talking but they empty of empathy
Practicing injustice with no remedies
Don’t care about right just wanna agree
Turn innocence to guilt, just look at me
Appeal after appeal, and still I ain’t free
Expected to wake up in a box with glee
System label it a therapeutic community
But it’s damaged like coffee on the white T
And they wanna force accountability
Yet I can’t the type to false comply
Why you try to get me to admit to a lie?
And how speculation get me all this time?
This ain’t subliminal, the message is a rhyme
When I’m just trying to bridge the divide
They’re just trying to collapse like I-35
If only the public knew just how justice is abused
And taxpayer dollars severely misused
If I’m really the criminal, I’m really confused
Who’s stacking money for the fake crimes pursued
After this, you [inaudible] just a lot of fight and stiff attitude
Can’t believe I spit thoughts so new
Stripped to the anger you found rude
Take it back to my genius in high school
Smart as a nerd but fit to do
How I bring the light shining as a jewel
Because I’m a rare gem, never been your fool
Just an enemy of the state you made
I never play it how you expect to play
So keep pushing buttons ’til it’s game over
So keep pushing buttons ’til it’s game over
So keep pushing buttons ’til it’s game over
‘Til it’s game over
‘Til it’s game over
Stay tuned, that’s all that I can say, stay tuned
Yeah, Gnik
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