The Sertão (Portuguese pronunciation: [sɛɦˈtɐ̃w̃], "outback" or "backcountry") is one of the four sub-regions of the northeast of Brazil.
Originally the term referred to the vast hinterlands of Asia and South America that Lusitanian explorers encountered. In Brazil it referred to backlands away from the Atlantic coastal regions where the Portuguese first settled in South America in the early sixteenth century. A Brazilian historian once referred to colonial life in Brazil as a "civilization of crabs", as most settlers clung to the shoreline, with few trying to make inroads into the sertão. In modern terms, "sertão" refers to the semi-arid region in Northeastern Brazil comprising parts of the states of Alagoas, Bahia, Pernambuco, Paraíba, Rio Grande do Norte, Ceará, Maranhão, Piauí, and parts of northern Minas Gerais. The term Vaqueiro is similar to the generic use of "cowboy" in the United States.
Geographically, the sertão consists mainly of low uplands that form part of the Brazilian Highlands. Most parts of the sertão are between 200 and 500 meters above sea level, with higher elevations found on the eastern edge in the Planalto da Borborema, where it merges into a sub-humid region known as agreste, in the Serra da Ibiapaba in western Ceará and in the Serro do Periquito of central Pernambuco. In the north, the sertão extends to the northern coastal plains of Rio Grande do Norte state, whilst in the south it fades out in the northern fringe of Minas Gerais.
187, gang related, I'm accused
And after every court date my face is on the news
They say I wrote a song about a murder
I maintain my innocence, it's nothing but a coincidence
I'll admit it looks kind of shadey
from the outside looking in
The situation is serious but people don't comprehend
I was 17 years young back in '92
Facing 25 to life for something I didn't do
My song is supposed to be a big admission on my part
And they're using the lyrics against me when my trial gets ready to start
My songs are being misinterpritated
It ain't nothing but the D.A. trying to prove premeditated
They've got X-Raided stuck, majorly crossed up
The D.A. got a fucked up witness and my lawyer is a dump truck
I've been sitting in the county, three years have already went by
They're pressuring my Locs, trying to get them to testify
Snitching ain't no joke, it's hazardous to your health
When you point one finger at me, you're pointing three back at yourself
My homies got convicted for murder in the first degree
Ain't no doubt about it, they'll try to do worse to me
They take me in the court room in front of an all white jury
With the family looking me with barely concealed fury
My lawyer standing next to me, prepared to represent
And help me get convicted cause to him
I'm guilty till proven innocent...
Why they trying to give me deuce-5 to life?
They trying to give me 25 to life cause I'm guilty till proven innocent...
I open up the front page of the Sacramento Bee
And read the article that Dan McGrath wrote about me
He has his own opinion and it's his job to write it
I say he's being biased and completly one sided
The media write their stories for the public to consume
And any chance I have of getting a fair trial in Sac is doomed
Any potential jurors mind is being contaminated
From reading all the bull they wrote about X-Raided
I never told anybody to go out kill somebody's folks
And blaming it all on me and
a song I wrote is a complete joke
They're looking for a move but they're looking in the dark
Putting a noose around my neck and a bullet in my heart
Just because I'm capable of killing doesn't mean I kill
And just because I'm capable of killing doesn't mean I will
I wish they all knew, how can I make you feel me?
X-Raided didn't do it but I've gotta ride cause I'm guilty till proven innocent...
Why they trying to give me deuce-5 to life?
They trying to give me 25 to life cause I'm guilty till proven innocent...
I'm knowing I'm going to end up in the pen
Fighting my appeal and hoping that I win
It's me and Baby Bread fighting this fucked up case
Like Dooney and B-Dub trying to get these years erased
In Sac there ain't no love when you're from the Garden Blocc
Maniac, C-Mooney, Baby Snake and Lil' Venom already got washed
I'm trying to keep my head up but my load is getting heavy
It makes me want to do like Sicx: take some Tylenol and get it over with
But instead I just maintain and do everything to keep my composure
Representing the Blocc to the fullest and riding like a soldier
I told you fools the X-Loc ain't going out like the average
I didn't kill your folks but if you run up then I gotta loc up like a savage
On that ass, bitch, it ain't nothing personal thang, it's just about survival
And I'm going to be 125 years old before I die
if I can help it
You made your threats and I felt it but I ain't dead yet
So you niggas talking about
what you're going to do when you see me
I'll be on the weights, wearing state boots and a beanie
I wish I didn't have to be this way but it's reality
So I'm strapped based on the fact
I'm guilty till proven innocent...
Why they trying to give me deuce-5 to life?
They trying to give me 25 to life
cause I'm guilty till proven innocent...