have you heard it son? nate got hit with murder one
burner gloves found in the car, said he went and murdered some
thugs from down on thirty-one, you know that cop? the dirty one
i heard he put a gun under the seat, and quickly hurried em/
back to the precinct, preceeding to bookin,
shit....all on account of being guilty lokin/
put his foot into the cell and watched the door slide
shut, on the floor scribe the gang name from your side/
he facin' four-five, it's all live, shankin' in gang fights
even if he beat his case, and left the cage, he won't remain right/
at night, think about the outs, with doubts of makin it
damn, life is fucked and he's never been mistakin it/
for granted he ain't takin it, straight seizin' the day
see he was born innocent and plans to leave it that way/
try to believe, plant a seed wishin it seasons in may
when he face a dirty jury, hope they leanin his way/
and oh yeah, he told me somethin he been meanin to say
he was all, tell em thanks for always keepin me paid/
of course tho', we all sport the same tat across the torso
friends are forever my potna, only divorce hoes/
he told me jails slow, wish he had some mail yo
told em will do everything we can to get the bail dough/
at least he don't look frail tho', he hittin weights for starters
and he's quick to turn a rival gang member to a maurder/
heard the pen life is harder, then the streets and I bet
that he wouldn't hesitate to put a stick in they neck/
he in transition to quinten, hope he up with his folks
cus it's a hellsih place to dwell, and there ain't nothin to smoke/
to ease ya mind, just a book and a port, i shook then i wrote
this rhyme, pushin for hope, guess I was lookin to cope/
but nope i didn't find it, cus he binded by a bid blood
he admitted it was hard, scarred for life and he miss us/
it's shady business, c-o's pick on the ones with charizma
but he said it's thug livin, whether prison or free to live a /
normal life, oh the strife, triflin bitches and such
people bust but guns essential where we livin it up/
can't believe he got locked up, thought he was givin it up
we was gonna go legit and buy a crib in the cuts/
it's blatant, but i hope he makes it out in one piece
but he said peace is just a memory he left in the streets/
let that talk cease, i said dog please realize
that even tho ya spirits down, i believe that they can rise/.
he said right, lowered his head and put his fist to the glass
told me lets look at the future, not get stuck in the past/
gave him a visitors dap, pulled my hat back and rose
to my feet , to retreat, and told him keep at the prose/
you my folks, behind bars or at the bars where the hoes at
continue to build, and on the real never hold back/
my potna
burner gloves found in the car, said he went and murdered some
thugs from down on thirty-one, you know that cop? the dirty one
i heard he put a gun under the seat, and quickly hurried em/
back to the precinct, preceeding to bookin,
shit....all on account of being guilty lokin/
put his foot into the cell and watched the door slide
shut, on the floor scribe the gang name from your side/
he facin' four-five, it's all live, shankin' in gang fights
even if he beat his case, and left the cage, he won't remain right/
at night, think about the outs, with doubts of makin it
damn, life is fucked and he's never been mistakin it/
for granted he ain't takin it, straight seizin' the day
see he was born innocent and plans to leave it that way/
try to believe, plant a seed wishin it seasons in may
when he face a dirty jury, hope they leanin his way/
and oh yeah, he told me somethin he been meanin to say
he was all, tell em thanks for always keepin me paid/
of course tho', we all sport the same tat across the torso
friends are forever my potna, only divorce hoes/
he told me jails slow, wish he had some mail yo
told em will do everything we can to get the bail dough/
at least he don't look frail tho', he hittin weights for starters
and he's quick to turn a rival gang member to a maurder/
heard the pen life is harder, then the streets and I bet
that he wouldn't hesitate to put a stick in they neck/
he in transition to quinten, hope he up with his folks
cus it's a hellsih place to dwell, and there ain't nothin to smoke/
to ease ya mind, just a book and a port, i shook then i wrote
this rhyme, pushin for hope, guess I was lookin to cope/
but nope i didn't find it, cus he binded by a bid blood
he admitted it was hard, scarred for life and he miss us/
it's shady business, c-o's pick on the ones with charizma
but he said it's thug livin, whether prison or free to live a /
normal life, oh the strife, triflin bitches and such
people bust but guns essential where we livin it up/
can't believe he got locked up, thought he was givin it up
we was gonna go legit and buy a crib in the cuts/
it's blatant, but i hope he makes it out in one piece
but he said peace is just a memory he left in the streets/
let that talk cease, i said dog please realize
that even tho ya spirits down, i believe that they can rise/.
he said right, lowered his head and put his fist to the glass
told me lets look at the future, not get stuck in the past/
gave him a visitors dap, pulled my hat back and rose
to my feet , to retreat, and told him keep at the prose/
you my folks, behind bars or at the bars where the hoes at
continue to build, and on the real never hold back/
my potna
