| Sittin' in my cell, this breakin' bar hell.
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| Dreamin' of the days of murder enlocked in Cartel.
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| Drive by’s, date rapes, and weight like barbells.
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| I stuck my girls throat, stuffed it in the cart well,
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| Oh well, it’s what I thought at the time,
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| Cause in my own mind it didn’t seem like a crime.
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| It seemed to be fine all it was was good times.
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| Shoot a bitch snort a line at the drop of a dime.
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| Matter of fact the local mob was my first job
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| It’s kinda easy when your killin' to rob.
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| At least I wasn’t sittin' home bein' a slob
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| I got up off my ass and started climbin' to the top.
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| They color me a demon and I’m askin «How can I be?»
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| I know I got a heart just lack of humanity.
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| But now my sanity is somethin' I ain’t seen in a while.
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| Sittin' on death row, this is my Green Mile
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| Locked up ain’t where I wanna be
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| Confined to my mind is like a prison to me.
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| Since birth had nothin' to choose
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| I’m on the run with a gun with nothin' to lose.
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| Childhood is to blame, poverty stricken.
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| Add some defects to the mix and watch the plot thicken.
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| I was sick of bein' poor, sick of just livin'
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| Sick of depression and this trailor park livin'
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| That my mamma had me stuck in and where was my dad?
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| I think that he forgot about the son that he had.
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| So the chances of survival were none to slim
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| And my mamma keeps sayin' I remind her of him.
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| So went from just like my dad, then I’m goin' for broke.
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| Pulled the kick door, stabbed my neighbor in the throat.
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| I set off on my journey just to see what I could find,
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| Sittin' in my cell, this breakin' bar hell.
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| Dreamin' of the days of murder enlocked in Cartel.
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| Drive by’s, date rapes, and weight like barbells.
|
| I stuck my girls throat, stuffed it in the cart well,
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| Oh well, it’s what I thought at the time,
|
| Cause in my own mind it didn’t seem like a crime.
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| It seemed to be fine all it was was good times.
|
| Shoot a bitch snort a line at the drop of a dime.
|
| Matter of fact the local mob was my first job
|
| It’s kinda easy when your killin' to rob.
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| At least I wasn’t sittin' home bein' a slob
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| I got up off my ass and started climbin' to the top.
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| They color me a demon and I’m askin «How can I be?»
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| I know I got a heart just lack of humanity.
|
| But now my sanity is somethin' I ain’t seen in a while.
|
| Sittin' on death row, this is my Green Mile.
|
| Locked up ain’t where I wanna be
|
| Confined to my mind is like a prison to me.
|
| Since birth had nothin' to choose
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| I’m on the run with a gun with nothin' to lose.
|
| Childhood is to blame, poverty stricken.
|
| Add some defects to the mix and watch the plot thicken.
|
| I was sick of bein' poor, sick of just livin'
|
| Sick of depression and this trailor park livin'
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| That my mamma had me stuck in and where was my dad?
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| I think that he forgot about the son that he had.
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| So the chances of survival were none to slim
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| And my mamma keeps sayin' I remind her of him.
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| So went from just like my dad, then I’m goin' for broke.
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| Pulled the kick door, stabbed my neighbor in the throat.
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| I set off on my journey just to see what I could find,
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| I watched Scarface and knew the world was mine.
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| As far back as I recall I was fearless,
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| But now my death is near and it’s clear that I fear this.
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| I know that Satan’s waitin' and I ain’t found heaven
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| So I put my salvation in this chrome Mac11.
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| Locked up ain’t where I wanna be
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| Confined to my mind is like a prison to me.
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| Since birth had nothin' to choose
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| I’m on the run with a gun with nothin' to lose.
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| It’s about that time, I hear 'em comin' down the line.
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| My cell door slides and I’m hopin' that it bind.
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| I gotta make my move, it’s the needle of death
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| About to shoot me in my veins till I take my last breath.
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| Cold sweat bubbles up I can’t stop shakin'
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| I gotta do somethin' keep thinkin' thinkin' thinkin'.
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| I’m gonna die either way, nothin' to lose
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| I look him dead in the eye then I make my move.
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| Kick the guard in the sternum not a second to waste
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| The strength of my adreneline caved his chest plate.
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| I hit the next guard in the face with my shackles,
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| Paint the walls dark red with blood and bone spackles.
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| Knocked the next one off the C block balcany,
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| I snatched his tazor gun, home free I’m about to be.
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| Made a run for the door I didn’t look back
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| I got shot in the back of my head and…
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| What the fuck!?! |
| Did you get him? |
| Back up! |
| Check his pulse! |
| Is he dead?
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| Brandy, get over here, we need some help! |
| What happened? |
| Just move!
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| C’mon, alright, backup! |
| Shit! |
| Son of a bitch! |
| He just… He just jumped up!
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| Locked up ain’t where I wanna be
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| Confined to my mind is like a prison to me.
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| Since birth had nothin' to choose
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| I’m on the run with a gun with nothin' to lose. |