Ice Cube – Alive On Arrival (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

Tryin’ to see if we got him
In my back is where the bullet entered
I don’t bang, I rock the good rhymes
Look at the waiting room
Woke up in the back of a tray
Now the trauma starts
Still sittin’ in the trauma center
Now will I die on this nappy ass carpet
Got the chills, but my temperatures 103
That the county hospital jack
Oh why did fools had to let loose
Where niggas die over a little scratch
Too many black bodies the hospital housin’
Down at the best spot
Now I’m laid out
And when I’m almost through
Didn’t want to go out like my man Rodney King
One hour done passed
I was Audi 5000 So at 10 P.M.
It’s me and JD and they sellin more birds than a pet shop
Then I begin the ass kissin’
Just to get looked at by an overworked physician
Internal bleeding as the bullet starts to travel
No respect and handcuffed to the bed
Done watched two episodes of MASH
The spot’s hot and everybody nervous
But why a motherfucker like me had to fall down
On my way, to MLK
Bitch still made me fill out the fuckin’ form
The hospital move slow
Since we poor
For they gats so they could draw down
That’s when I start cussin’
‘Cause the bullet must be just a hair from my heart
Yo nurse I’m gettin’ kind of warm
Still got gaffled
Not known why I dropped out
Then I heard "freeze nigger don’t move"

Just like a piece of dog shit
And I’m a victim of neighborhood crime
Didn’t panic but I still looked cracked out
Coughin’ up blood on my hands and knees
Only ran one block, but my shirt soakin’ wet
So now I gotta jet

People steppin’ over me to get closer to the tv
Being asked information on my gang affiliation
Why oh why can’t I get help
Nobody gettin’ help
It’s filled to the rim like the county jail day room
I need to see a MD
Big Tom had to push us
13 niggas runnin’ straight to the bushes
Only got a band-aid and an IV
They call my name and put me on ICU
Fuck it, still can’t afford to get popped out
Halfway dead
‘Cause I’m black, I gots to go for self
And y’all motherfuckers giving me the third degree
Looked down at my sweatshirt red at the bottom
Heard six pops from a deuce deuce
Now I’m handcuffed
Yelled to the homies then I blacked out
That’s when the blue car served us

Police steady askin’ me who did the bustin’
Yo, I didn’t do a thing