| Too dehydrated to cry, wonderin why | 
| You scheme and you lie, hopin I die | 
| Said I talk a lot of shit, but we all keep box strips | 
| Searches find nothin, where’s my hot pot | 
| Wake me up at 5:30 in the morning, want to box | 
| Run away like a little bitch, come back with bigger Glocks | 
| Grab my pen, law work, pussy put in grievances | 
| Pack your shit, transfer, got me shackled head to toe | 
| I can’t move my legs but, they don’t give a fuck though | 
| I don’t give a fuck so, no one give a fuck now | 
| Tear 1, tear 2, tear 3, I’m upset | 
| Special housing unit said, I made some death threats | 
| They wasn’t really death threats, okay yeah they were death threats | 
| But it wasn’t like I stabbed the C.O., in his fucking neck | 
| I only want peace but he had to show some respect | 
| And my people on the outside do squeeze tecs | 
| He gotta leave here cause, this ain’t where he’s livin | 
| He can’t just be beatin on me cause I’m in prison | 
| Nah, nah | 
| Too dehydrated to cry, wonderin why | 
| You scheme and you lie, hopin I die | 
| Too dehydrated to cry, wonderin why | 
| You scheme and you lie, hopin I die |