caged like a pacing lion prying with rage all them with the iron to engage days trying a rock and a hard place stuck in between I got down on my knees, looked into God´s face is it? Its really not the same, With low digits ain´t paid me and y´all ain´t hold me down, no visits
We all want money, drugs & b*tchesAnybody that doesn´t rubs me suspiciousI don´t trust none of y´allI don´t trust religionI don´t trust the police or the justice system