Lyrics:
side of Houston in a two room shack
Sweeping out confetti from a third grade classroom
The rock of my soul pushed a dust mop broom
The rock of my
today that'll beat they case
Gotta be somebody 'round the world, got off probation today
Gotta be somebody 'round the world walkin' out them prison gates
Ayy, ayy
Like a little theatre show
That we used to make as kids of cardboard when we were home
Looking down from in the gods as people go
Welcome to our unholy theatre
Welcome to our prison of blood
Will become a vampire!
Will look with other eyes!
Will listen with other ears!
Will drink with
Look, the bottom ain't no place for me
Mama pray for me
Prison ain't no place for me
Look, look
Mama pray for me
Prison ain't no place for me
Look, the bottom ain't no place for me
Mama pray for me
Prison ain't no place for me look, look
Mama pray for me
Prison ain't no place for me
But I
And loanin a little money and keepin' 'em out of prison
I ain't lyin' in my verses I'm just telling you the basics
Of growin' up with your friends and becoming
through the mirror into the light
Body left behind theatre in my mind
This treasure you can find deep inside you're blind
Wer sind sie überhapt?
One day
came back like it's prophecy
Roberto Cavalli drenched in Burberry trenches
Immaculate in Prada boots
Tom Ford florals, double breasted suits
Send
Everyday when the night is gone
I know a new day is breaking
But the time's like eternity
In this prison never stop the rhythm
But you don't know but
entertainment
Enjoyment from the suffering
Welcome in our unholy theatre
In our prison of blood
Will become a vampire
Will look with other eyes
Will
to the good life we taste it
Damn the consequences pimp
If it's a chance we take it
First case a month in juvenile and get probation
When I think about all
don' feel nigga
You do it in the song, he do it for real nigga
And all his OGs is either dead or in prison
Scared to talk to him like, fuck it they won't
text me and she
Told me that she miss me
Fifty-thousand on me
I got all these hoes reachin'
Steady sendin' money to my
Brothers up in prison
Lil' in my
Dont give a fucck once i get sentenced
On thursday the bus goes to prison
Goes to prison or i stay in jail
I can get some huber
Get a cell phone when
Nothing good comes out of prison
The guards they get to know me
And I call them all my friend
When you look like i do
You'll be back in here again
I sit here in lock up, just 'cross the state line
For sellin' home brew whiskey, tryin' to make a dime
I call my ol' lady, Come get me from jail
She
(Hook)
Nomore Prison Parole or Probation
Reppin the Norf and I'm all the way Sanctioned
Stayed ten toes never folded or sanked in
I stayed Humble
Question, if I died in my apartment like a rat in a cage
Would the neighbors smell the corpse before the cat ate my face?
I used to floss
feel the feds gettin' closer, lockin' niggas up
Decisions
Closer partners, they in prison
Never want to be the biggest
I just want to be the realest
Always, and though I'm on probation I still rock the nation,
Out on bail,
Though last year I was in jail,
Raise hell, until I get my mail,
Will I
shoot you in front of your kids
? Who you is
And who they got liquor shots for the hooligans yeah
Salute all who came from the slums
Real niggas help
prison ain't change me
All it did was make a nigga crazy deranged see
Psycho, nuts so, what I give a fuck for?
All I know now is to get out and go for
once, prison ain't change me
All it did was make a nigga crazy deranged see
Psycho, nuts so, what I give a fuck for?
All I know now is to get out
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