Always got motha fuckas testifying against you
Saying he did it
I saw with my eyes
Even though they weren't around
Singing jail bird songs starting with the word lie
Got paid for the info with a plea
Saying they can't be touch cause the cops are watching me
Treating these corrupt fools like they were God
And like the faith they hold
They came down and made they body cold
Now the innocence is locked up
Completely out the way
All so they can push around more weight
Cant tell dealing with the survival of the street
When the street ain't the problem
It's the fuckin judicial court system
They lock you up
But don't toss the key
But slide it on a 5 to 10, 10 to life key ring
You see
You go away for a very long time
Then you get out and say your making a new way
But the cards has been dealt at minimum wage
And now the family you thought you had to provide
Is being provided by another guy
The husband that you once new
Is sailing the waves with his new boo
But you think the decision you made was helping
But to the average and the famous you just slacking
The wasted piece of talent
Brought nothing but shame
Now you living in the care of a dead world
Can't find diamonds or pearls
In a dark world lined with copper and lead
So in the end you for the money to buy a gun
So you say you can't make in this world then ok
So you lay three rounds in your arm, chest and head
The arm so you can remember the pain
The chest to makes sure no one can resuscitate you again
And the head so everyone can understand
This is not the life of someone who can beginning again
So the moral of this story is simple
Your bad decisions today with fuck you over
Tomorrow
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