I wake up to them rapping tunes Every afternoon, I'll be home soon I see the board sometime after june. Met a couple of convicts, That's way beyond sick It seems they dig my style, Cause I be on some don shit. Laid back, I ran into some brothers From wayback Those that I dig there be others black - i'm real unclear on what he Actually says here I don't say jack I stay in tune with the stars sun and moon Because behind bars your doomed if your mind can't consume Plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical rain And without knowledge of self How else can a criminal change? And being locked up ain't the life of me Shit is way too trife for me "you're coming home soon sounds so nice to me But you can bet, i'm bouncing out with mad props And if I get chopped, and knocked Baby Pop My world don't stop And in here it makes us all the same For blowing backs out five to fifteen See you in the bean Till they max out Mis behavin, acting uncivilized like cavemen I witness bravemen, That gave inside(?) minds turn to gay men Nobody's playin Crimes of prisoners supposed to be preying(?) On some low shit layin sleep Get yo ho shit banged in Hangin Who's to warn you Outta the hell these inmates gone through From the 3 halves of a four group(?) Doubt if anyone is normal And overall It's hard to call Who would try to play you One kid from my tomb caught a carved spoon through his navel Nothing can save you Even C.O's try to grave you it's painful to even know Those that are most faithful, will betray you I lay lo-key Cause I ain't heard the least Try and get out early on work release Praying the system will work with me Cause I ain't trying to see three hots(?) and a cot So I rock That ain't my plot baby pop My world don't stop So until that dayi'm discharged and set free Fuck who's going sex me, My mind is more based on making my next G Now let's see Nothing on me as a juvenile No more moving foul, the penile Possesses me with a smoother style Blessing my mental with mathematics To map shit, through graphics Fuck it, I ain't with hustling backwards So wiser man, with ideas and liver plans More mature and for sure I saw all my eyes could stand Sit and try to design these words of mine To define what occurs when you're serving time Freshness blurs the mind Behind bars, scars are signs of hard times I'm trapping myself inbetween these lines Cause I ain't trying to see three hots(?) and a cot So I rock That ain't my plot baby pop My world don't stop
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