[Jermaine Dupri - echoing] This is a, So So Def, world premier A world, premier So So Def, world premier
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take
[Da Brat] Damn it feels good to see people up on it I was sittin in my cell, worried for a moment Ain't nuttin inspire me to write one rhyme When the pen and pad was callin, I declined I ain't give two shits about a passion I had Wish I had a semi-auto, spray ALL they ass I couldn't eat, sleep, shit in peace Depression had me second-guessin myself in the belly of the beast They wasn't tryin to put a bitch on before I was gone So how the FUCK am I gon' ever make it when I get home? I was cookin ramen noodles with no heat, and warm water Fightin the gnats and flies off with no swatter I got bit by spiders got sick Got shipped to the hospital accompanied by a dick No lie, Lord why I gotta go through this? From a Sealy Posturpedic, to a two inch thick No cleaners, no washing machine to do clothes I stole, bleach with a mop bucket and blues so granny panties, all I was allowed to wear Victoria WAS a Secret, shit, she wasn't there I couldn't pull that off, cause I had to squat and cough Get butt naked, pull the cheeks open so they could check it I was subjected to not havin pretty panties and bras None of my different J's from Reggie to Jay Walk{?} Most of the C.O.'s already pre-judged The crooked officers made it a point not to show me love and heat up, my spot by harassin me Told me to turn around and cuff up, and grabbin me A young dumb lil' frail nigga, tryin to be tough, a clown A fool for the system, but he a victim now Karma a bitch nigga, and he was too Bid'ness wasn't mine though, see how God do heh? I kept my composure; all I had to do was holla "GET HIM" on the yard, and it woulda been over But I done learned a lot, earned a lot I been solidified my spot, from the bottom to the bottom to the top to the top, and I don't give a fuck about the clock cause it don't stop, won't stop In a recent article with Jamie Foster Brown She asked, what I was thankin before the shit went down And I ain't know what to tell her, but my adrenaline was hinderin any positive image there could've been helpful in preventin this incident I don't know where my setence went I BLACKED OUT! ... Did the crime did the time now I'm wonderin 'bout dis light of mine, will it shine or is it burned out? Told J.D. I was nervous, he said that's eagerness Serve your purpose, I'm 'bout to send you these verses
[repeat 2X] Now I lay me down to sleep I pray to the Lord, for a second chance he grants me See most don't get one, but I did, sheeit I promise to do things much differentlyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
