BL Shirelle - SIGS Lyrics

I had to rewind the times before the rhymes
I had to rewind the crimes that locked me for that dime
I had to rewind before the first time that I sold to mom
I have to rewind my mind to times I don't want reminded
Rewind to 99 we was 11,12 stuffing them 12 12's
We shared a 38 we had like 12 shells
Juvenile cells jail praying for snail mail but I won't talk about it
My broken heart & open scar feel like you ripped & broke a jar you droppin ice all on your stove just tryna see if somethin mold tryna see them oils hold you lost your dreams & all your goals in a pyrex you stole from Lowe's yall know the feeling
My self esteem was kinda low I had a demon in my soul that sank his teeth & made a hole without a filling
But I wont talk about it
My heart got chalk around it yea
That's when I thought about it

It's some shit I gotta say
Shit I carry everyday
It's some shit that's on my heart
Where the f*ck am I gone start

These weirdo niggas (dudes) is bitches(wenches) I give em morning sickness
The more they sitting the more I'm shifting
They mourn the difference
Some niggas (dudes) get in ya business
Some niggas(dudes) get in they feelings
I just get to the witness the snitch and codefendant
Seen n8ggas (good brother) fake they religion
Hidden Christian's
When they eating that chi chi they envisioning chitlings
Ain't gonna get more specific
Go west and i hit the Pacific
I hope u f*ckin (dummy) illiterate (nitwits) know the difference
Yea I'm a victim of recidivism
I'll only be civilized in the prison system
Religous stigmas keep a sinners vision
Skin stigmas a bigger division
It cant be mended its cemented and demented
My windows tinted and my skin is which one is it?
When you violate my rights and my amendments
Same rights was never given to begin with
I'd rather ask for forgiveness than permission
Clinicians cant provide prescriptions for this sickness
Im addicted to the digits they addicted to syringes
Common sense is that we must conduct the business

Its some shit I gotta say
Shit I carry everyday

My man mom died while he was at chow time
Baby mom miscarried while he was at commissary
It's kinda scary
Cause his cells a drag who dresses in woman fashion madea they call her tyler Perry
I could barely get fresh wore that designer rarely
Till I did the math like hold up the 1 I gotta carry
Till i gripped the gat like hold up that gun I gotta carry
These niggas (these)wanna spill my blood on my prime Carrie
Spoiled milk reminiscing on that rotten dairy
In this game we one and done we play for Calipari
Draft picks from the bottom of the belly bottom beast
But when its extra hollow in yo belly gotta eat
And when they plotting stop em u cant let them bottom feed
Even if I gotta fight in them Rockies apollo creed
Spent countless nights in them counties without a blink
But I ain't gotta sleep motherf*cka I got a dream.