I was born into poverty, a natural criminal with 2 felonies,
And my third is due on my 21st birthday, prison is the penalty,
They stressing me, My path is laid and I cant decide a faith,
But I have a record from day 1 in every federal crate,
Im the burden to the state, Find me in the morgue review,
They expecting my presents Ima be home in a few,
Why me? Living harsh with the fear of these sharks,
We already sleep in a bunch and hussle for lunch,
Got me scared cuz just visiting the store is a stunk,
But there aint no double, And theres only one act,
Cant rewind a death, cuz a murder is a eternal fact,
The gateways to hell is open and I cant face this truth,
Cuz Im in hell, cuz nothings changed since my roots,
Sure a piece says we have equal rights, but look harder,
Its just to provide mental security, f*ck those legal lies,
As far as Im concerned those words cant help stop these cries