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This story is true. Its also a song on my new album I plan to release when Im released in 2006 called "2 Die 4". Its called "5 Years". I wrote this song to show people how the federal government works. This is my first time in the system. Actually my first felony. Beware if they can do me like this they can and will do you the same way.
" 5 Years" by Ad Kapone: From the album "2 Die 4"
1st verse
I was sentenced to 8 years 96 months no half
Fed time 85% doing bad
Posession with intenet to sell found guilty
Shit was tricky my lawyer said plea bargain, they killed me
They denied me for bail 4 times, flight risk
Dealing with the federal system dont get no worse than this
Unlucky, power minoot, look where they stuck me
In a rat hole Adam R Hicks vs. the state of Kentucky
No defense on my behalf, no love
Its like a prize fight with a broken arm and worn gloves
You cant win, take the time and roll, hold ya head
They gotta 99% conviction rate, cant beat the feds
Come in swingin while they tryin to suck all the blood out me
Change of venues, shipped my ass off to Floyd County
Indiana, race wars, piss and shit on the doors
Eating garbage, sleepin with your mattress on the floor
2nd verse
Sat in the holdin cell for hours contimplatin my fate
No knowledge of the law, no idea of a release date
I paced the floor, living my life in my head
Thankin god Im still living, when it feels like Im really dead
Lookin forward to phone calls and mail, feelin lonely
Feelin like its me against the whole world, fuck a homie
Cause I been sittin here for months on in, and not a holla
No phone calls, or good faith lettas, not even a dolla
Doing this time all by my lonely, I prayed at night
And fuck those so called homies, I got my mind on right
Sat up at night in my cell writing my soul down on pages
Of toilet paper and scraps, inside my mind scrapin
For sanity holding on to my composure and strength
My mother and son flew from Cali to my sentencing date
96 months with good time, my moms holding back tears
One year off for the drug program and 6 months half way house
Balanced out to 5 years
I tell this story to warn all the young homies out there still on the grind. Now the government considers drug dealers and gang bangers terrorists, and homeland security is trying to enforce a bill to treat them as that, to take away your rights, hold you indefinitely with no legal council and handout unjust sentences. Beware young homies, study the federal guidelines, learn about your rights, the laws and constitution. I been down going on 4 years and theyve broken every constitutional right I got.
Your friendly neighborhood playa patna
Kapone
This story is true. Its also a song on my new album I plan to release when Im released in 2006 called "2 Die 4". Its called "5 Years". I wrote this song to show people how the federal government works. This is my first time in the system. Actually my first felony. Beware if they can do me like this they can and will do you the same way.
" 5 Years" by Ad Kapone: From the album "2 Die 4"
1st verse
I was sentenced to 8 years 96 months no half
Fed time 85% doing bad
Posession with intenet to sell found guilty
Shit was tricky my lawyer said plea bargain, they killed me
They denied me for bail 4 times, flight risk
Dealing with the federal system dont get no worse than this
Unlucky, power minoot, look where they stuck me
In a rat hole Adam R Hicks vs. the state of Kentucky
No defense on my behalf, no love
Its like a prize fight with a broken arm and worn gloves
You cant win, take the time and roll, hold ya head
They gotta 99% conviction rate, cant beat the feds
Come in swingin while they tryin to suck all the blood out me
Change of venues, shipped my ass off to Floyd County
Indiana, race wars, piss and shit on the doors
Eating garbage, sleepin with your mattress on the floor
2nd verse
Sat in the holdin cell for hours contimplatin my fate
No knowledge of the law, no idea of a release date
I paced the floor, living my life in my head
Thankin god Im still living, when it feels like Im really dead
Lookin forward to phone calls and mail, feelin lonely
Feelin like its me against the whole world, fuck a homie
Cause I been sittin here for months on in, and not a holla
No phone calls, or good faith lettas, not even a dolla
Doing this time all by my lonely, I prayed at night
And fuck those so called homies, I got my mind on right
Sat up at night in my cell writing my soul down on pages
Of toilet paper and scraps, inside my mind scrapin
For sanity holding on to my composure and strength
My mother and son flew from Cali to my sentencing date
96 months with good time, my moms holding back tears
One year off for the drug program and 6 months half way house
Balanced out to 5 years
I tell this story to warn all the young homies out there still on the grind. Now the government considers drug dealers and gang bangers terrorists, and homeland security is trying to enforce a bill to treat them as that, to take away your rights, hold you indefinitely with no legal council and handout unjust sentences. Beware young homies, study the federal guidelines, learn about your rights, the laws and constitution. I been down going on 4 years and theyve broken every constitutional right I got.
Your friendly neighborhood playa patna
Kapone
