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Peak #1,532
Peak in subgenre #177
Author
DoublesNY
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Ill Tactics
Uploaded
May 18, 2005
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:41
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a public life try livin his example, it's like da rub it win for life lottery scandel, time for a lobotamy test dat scares u, workin in laboratory to see what fears do, cares u have dont mean a thing, when ur life hangs on ropes and cut to strings, from all da drama ur quiet nights can bring, but ur right sometimes it's worth giving in, i feel wrapped up sometimes i cant get free, i appeal but my cracked up life don't help me, how gettin locked up supposed to make u wealthy, 3 hot's and a cot aint healthy, child support, drugs whatever ur here for, dey don't think twice when they lockin down cell doors, no life to start livin, in jail thoughts it's 2 hr a week visits
got u comtiplatin on where to turn, where tears are cried and patience is a concern, inside da walls of da lonely, life is there it's was shown to me, i been there 6 times now dont wanna go back, da fines i need to pay got me wantin to crack, no matter what it is u got caught, now sit there write poems and lyrics of jail thoughts
da judge said 6 months and ur thinkin, would dis have happened to us if we aint been drinkin, more thing runnin inside your mind, den there are hour's from da beginning of time, god made dis life so we could live in peace, never mentioned da shit we go through daily, crack rock's and bag's of yay, think back if u could would u have avoided those days, he also never told da ppl to shut up, dat last thing he never said we'd have to hustle, da game u was runnin this till u saw da police,to make an honest livin u gotta atleast have a ged, to a life like mine dat dont have shit, really all i have to live for is a 4 yr old kid, well i guess i dont even have that, da motha took my rights and wont give em back shit
got u comtiplatin on where to turn, where tears are cried and patience is a concern, inside da walls of da lonely, life is there it's was shown to me, i been there 6 times now dont wanna go back, da fines i need to pay got me wantin to crack, no matter what it is u got caught, now sit there write poems and lyrics of jail thoughts
i work everyday and make a decent check, put up wit shit all day aint got no respect, i come in all day to bust off my ass, for a boss to turn around and make my horns clash, we go back and forth yellin and screamin, dis wasnt da type of job in school i was dreamin, see i live for da day dat ill
meet my maker, get rid of da pain cause i just cant take it, everytime im ahead of life dat i fought, im not, so i rhyme my head and my thoughts hits da spot, im never one to get greedy about my stuff, i tried to give to da needy it was tough, scrapin da pocket to get da nickles and dimes, shockin im get sick of it to be at the bottom of the line, ill keepin try till my battles fought, sit here on dis cot and write my jail thoughts,
got u comtiplatin on where to turn, where tears are cried and patience is a concern, inside da walls of da lonely, life is there it's was shown to me, i been there 6 times now dont wanna go back, da fines i need to pay got me wantin to crack, no matter what it is u got caught, now sit there write poems and lyrics of jail thoughts
now sit there write poems and lyrics of jail thoughts
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