On Trial - Lyrics - Haystak

Haystak is a Southern rap musician. Born Jason Winfree in Nashville, TN, to teenage parents and raised by his grandparents, Haystak grew up among impoverished surroundings. He turned to crime as he came of age, ultimately getting busted for bringing Valium and cocaine to school at age 15. After serving a two-year sentence, Haystak turned to rap music as his salvation. Initially known best for being a huge white-boy rapper from Tennessee, Haystak overcame his anomalous status with time as listeners learned to cherish his sincerity. Unlike many of his Southern peers, Haystak did not embrace materialism and greed; he rapped about his life as so-called "white trash," exploring the social dimensions of being white and underprivileged in the South. Few gave the mammoth country boy a chance to succeed, however.

Everybody wants to ride.... Everybody gonna die.... ( Verse 1 ) ??? slow rhymes to the top in no time Stay showtime, I showshine, running like I'm on the goal line Grabbed the chrome nine, procede with caution Around here ***'s rougher than Stone Cold Steve Austin Floss, ridin dirty with strikes against me, say what's on my mind And the critics can give me some empty ink pens like clips *** a mind game, welcome to my fully automatic mindframe They say "*** Haystak," they don't say that when they see me No, because in reality I'm bigger than on TV Rolexes don't tick they glide, you can run, you just can't hide My ***'s hotter than pepper spray, *** ain't barring me I'm roundin everyday, you weaker than R&B My life is between ??? enough to make me psychotic I was born up around the projects that's why I speak ebonics (Andâ€¦) ( Chorus ) Everybody wants to ride, nobody want to die (Come on now) Why be afraid of one place on the other side (You ready?) Why live in fear, death is guarenteed (Come on now) Take it why you're here, money, hoes and weed (Let's ride!) ( Verse 2 ) *** think I'm rappin for no reason for rhymin I'm motivated about the paper, *** and diamond But in the back of my mind, a part of me still exists I'm serious with this like a massive heart attack Talk that *** but you don't know part of Stak Drop bombs like quarterbacks, B-52's Went from interrogation to magazine interviews Most of my life the situation was win or lose You died on the drugs, money, or your tennis shoes This *** is deep, wolves dressed up as sheep The enemy has got you thinkin their your *** peeps I learned one thing comin up in Tennesee It's that they're people like you and they're people like me So point your *** finger and say that's the bad guy Turn green with envy when my posse pass by (And aâ€¦) ( Chorus ) Repeat 1x ( Verse 3 ) Nobody by your side, lookin at the phone rapidly Your thinkin this *** just blasted me Hopin it was a bad dream, the sad thing is, this is reality And three seconds and you gonna be a fatality, like... ( Short Pause ) Three, two, one, we're losing him No resisting, it will do you no good, if you try to fight Just talk to me into this light, eventhough your heart is full of fright Don't be afraid, relax, your tension is makin it worse There's no point in callin an ambulance Somebody get this man a hearse (Now you ready?) ( Chorus ) Repeat 1x