I wake up to them rapping tunes
Every afternoon, I'll be home soon
I see the board sometime after june
Met a couple of convicts,
That's way beyond sick
It seems they dig my style,
Cause I be on some don shit
Laid back, I ran into some brothers
From wayback
Those that I dig there be others black - i'm real unclear on what he
Actually says here
I don't say jack
I stay in tune with the stars sun and moon
Because behind bars your doomed if your mind can't consume
Plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical rain
And without knowledge of self
How else can a criminal change?
And being locked up ain't the life of me
Shit is way too trife for me