50 Cent Album: Curtis Label: G-Unit/Shady/Aftermath Year: 2007 This song is about a mafia boss who got trapped by the police and is torn with his life in the family and his life with his family. Please rate/comment/share this video and tell people about my music! Follow me: http://youtube.com/RiGolettoMicFiend - SUBSCRIBE TO ME! http://twitter.com/MrRockwell - FOLLOW ME! http://myspace.com/rigmicfiend - ADD ME! Lyrics: Gotta protect my family (3x) I dont know what to do In the interrogation room light makes the room bake/ nervous cus I dont wanna turn states/ but if I dont Im goin away for forever & a day/ so no choice, no escape/ I think back to when I first got in the business/ everything was serene, idealistic/ crooks had morals, things like loyalty/ now people wanna do years of dirt, tell, then get off free/ what happened to the good times?/ when a crime was a crime?/ where if somebody fucked up we didnt take it behind enemy lines/ those days must be gone/ otherwise I wouldnt be writing a jailbird song/ In comes the detective who cant detect shit/ askin where were you on August 25th/ I pause & reflect on the question/ just a simple drug buy/ we did it many times before/ but that night/ my gut told me we were dealin with the law/ I shoulda listened/ they said, FREEZE! while the rest of the family escaped through a secret exit/ so I was caught out there & processed & fingerprinted/ they kept me in solitary just to fuck with me/ with my one call I told my family to use the planned out/ & woman dont even tell ya best friend you goin out of town/ Im a crime boss-I know how we operate/ when we get busted/ the caught guys family hours are numbered @ 48/ the detective pounds the table & Im removed from my inner thoughts/ then we play the same cop games these guys think they smart/ they unscrewed my chair/ partially unscrewed my lamp/ good cop, bad cop then they punched my ass/ a bruised eye means a confession under duress/ but Im a stone cold killer no rights for me I guess/ Im lookin @ 60 to life no possibility of parole/ so either I talk & see my family or die alone gray & old/ so I rolled, told em everything in an official statement/ gave em names, addresses, even secret drug buy locations/ this cigarette smoke wont remove this lump from my throat/ its all over, I choked no joke/ I wait a month to take the stand against my friends/ word on the street is/ contracts worth 22 million/ a million for each boss I gave to the feds/ alive is not an option, they want me dead/ I know the cops cant protect me/ I used to pay these cops not to arrest me/ 22 million has everybodys trigger finger heavy/ inside the courtroom its a media frenzy/ I sit swear on the Bible & we start the proceedings/ I look around & see the pissed expression on the boss faces/ this whole scenario is the perfect way to stage it/ public so everyone knows not to snitch/ otherwise theyd end up like this/ I then notice one of the bosses gesturing with his hands/ its a signal Ive seen time & time again/ its code for we killed your loved ones/ and with the slowness that he did it he means he tortured em/ next signal means blow my brains out/ BLOW!/ I cant tell on anybody now/ ~RiGRockwell