2 in the morning, police knockin' at my door, what for?
Never know the reasons they be coming packin'
And then they're coming through i tell them "He just kick down my door"
Even though I'm on the floor with a gun to my head.
All the reason that I'm holdin' all the trees
And I gotta a lot a weed
They be spottin' me with infa-red
In the mood and I'm, " who the hell is you?"
Still they comin through, holdin up the innocent yeah.
















