SAN QUENTIN
Threw me up against a fence started reaching I'm my pockets feeling all over my dick getting close to where the dope sits. Found my shit po po caught me in the street put the cuffs on threw my ass in the back-seat. Trying to rough me up cause I'm black and I'm rich telling me that I going to the pen to be a bitch. And it's my 3rd offense so I know that I'm fucked, now I'm hearing why ya friends run when we drove up. Caught me and ace tasks swooped had a jacked headed downtown for possession of crack. Had 4 thangs by nuts when they mashed just hit the block didn't have my shit stashed. Holding up number as they snap at my profile cops steady telling me I'm here for a long time. Smelling like coffee and a pack of cigarettes said you ain't done cause we need fingerprints. Smiling in my face but it ain't hard to figure all cops know how to fuck wit' a nigga. Threw us in a cell wit' some niggas from the south-side said they was in for suspicion of some homicide. 1 a.m. waiting for my fucking phone call bored as hell reading names on the cell wall. Can't call home moms will have a fit, she did it before came down talking shit. How can I explain that I was caught selling dope and I need her to bail when I know that she's broke. Because I'm in jail they wanna see me shed tears and because it's my third I'll do a few years.
HOOK:
Damn it's been a month and I'm still in this cell 30 full days of thinking how to bail, can't sell out fuck it I'm a fool plan my shit smooth look around get the hell out. Because I went to court heard the judge tell me that I'm going away effective today. He took away my freedom, I told my partners when they get out I'm a see em' now I'm going to meet em'. No mo' slanging after dark better watch yo back cause behind ya stands a narc. Got me off the street where my product went quick until they swooped on me found the yae by my dick. If I went to school everyday I'd be free or working 9 to 5 at burger king flippin' beef. But I'm downtown headed for the state pen see that's where they separate the boys from the men. My hearts beating fast thinking about what I did a month ago I clocked g's screaming fuck pigs. But I'm out of luck and they gotta nigga sittin' dressed in the blue on that bus to San Quentin.
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