Rain shine, was fate denied by state time
Ya caged ryhmes contain rage behind gang signs
Remember chickens spittin’ game at you
I’m prayin’ wit a flow, when you get home I’m fixin’ gang tatoos
Forget stress, yes I’ll accept the charges
Armed wit curse words and verses to get the guards pissed
I dropped out since we last spoke (what!?)
Commisary, so it sucks son, we all grown up
Fa sho, growin’ up was tough more drugs then luck
Fuck a thuggie gettin’ bucked you can roll wit us
No more holdin’ in stolen trucks
Roll to dunkin’ donuts, where po po n’ folks can both hold nuts
Flame up say ya name n’ now the whole gangs smoked
N’ swear to moms, I’ll quit spittin’ to get ya chains broken
Ya name is spoken openly
Remember holdin’ dreams of bein’ dope, yo son they quotin’ me
Still the same witty poetry, grown n’ smokin’ weed
How can we be broke when the city owes us sleep
Or at least a peace of mind, crime was stealin’ youth from you
Or who could allude you would’a grew inside a human shoe
There’s truth and this troop both sent me to get you
The issue’s how windows ain’t mirrors when we miss you
More Tatoos, then nights at home
Rockin’ this one for you this is your microphone