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Verse 1
I spend my days in a steel cage
Where brothers feel rage
And get real with razor blades
in ill ways so when my cell close
my brain cells expose
and my pen excels to a part of hell froze
Inside of me was tellin me to stay out
Reality was tellin me that if I find a way out
I had to stay out
Plans I had to lay out
In order to elevate from my Identity
mentally accelerate
I seen a lot of men break down
Being an inmate
Now I realized I couldn't make the same mistakes
It was real being concealed in steel gates
Where brothers who feel hate against a another race
Which only indicates a snake mentality
These are my days of reality
Verse 2
Often I think of my people that board do not a freedom a mirage
Disappearing before our eyes
We were born to strife
Now living in courts decide
Missing their Children we can feel it when Our mommas cry
We was hustlin but would the jury find me guilty?
They seen us strugglin'
Doing what we have to do to ease the sufferin'
We know its wrong but so was havin' us freezin'
Left the stove on wearing our sneakers until the soles are gone
We constantly holdin on being broke
And hopin our phone is our only escape
And when our favorite TV shows were on shots ringin' echoin' our ear before the cops came kids was everywhere
and women cryin niggas going to jail
A mothers eyes fill with tears as she nears
Realizing he's surviving she exhales like angela Bassett I'm a poet amongst slums, crimes, and crack addicts
Verse 3
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