Yeah man, it's like 2007 I came out of jail in 2003 They've had me on probation Ever since man It's like... see when You're caught in the system No matter how hard you try It's not easy to get out of this man... They got you! See when you're name comes up And they got the fingerprint tings Now so it's all nuts you know Yeah man
I deal with early mornings, Probations, same locations Different P.O. change rotations First to be seen Clothes stinking of weed by The herbs on my jeans That's how I stay so patient I can't wait to go man Today I'm the last to get here, First to leave And I've been coming here From my early teens When I finish they hope My place stays vacant But I'm a changed man, Brand new game plan You can even quote that statement These days I'm as low as that pavement But you might see me do A show for the payment I leave the roads in amazement So bye bye for good I hate the system and If you lived my life you would
Trapped in the system My past is my shadow They look at me like I ain't half of an adult My bars are my ammo, Tryna be calm but I'm raggo
Trapped in the system My past is my shadow They look at me like I ain't half of an adult My bars are my ammo, Tryna be calm but I'm raggo
Early mornings, community service But the truth is I'd rather serve time I'm looking back at my first time Name one day worse than unpaid work Weekends I'm here like sunday church Digging dirt in allotments 9:30 to 4pm my phones supposed To be switched off I stand next to a tree trunk Put that on beep once And then drift off I got hard day ahead so I'm pissed off When I'm here man it seem like hours Some say I should've called in sick But it make no sense delaying the process I wanna get this over and done with It's becoming a burden for certain Some say crime's an entrance to a sentence
Trapped in the system My past is my shadow They look at me like I ain't half of an adult My bars are my ammo, Tryna be calm but I'm raggo
Trapped in the system My past is my shadow They look at me like I ain't half of an adult My bars are my ammo, Tryna be calm but I'm raggo
Welcome to Feltham's Young Offenders Institution Remember the rules Give back your phone card By the end of the call Behave and you'll be out By December the 4th Yeah I know the ropes, I'm not new to this I've been here before where's my crucifix? I don't wanna do no induction again I dun know how to function in pen I'm a road thug with no love for no gov' Don't treat me like a grown mug Fuck that I want a phone call right now if not I wanna speak to the P.O. or want a V.O I waiting 'til social Racist bastards treating me so cruel I got another case I don't wanna go court One bird's enought now I'm certainly fucked
Trapped in the system My past is my shadow They look at me like I ain't half of an adult My bars are my ammo, Tryna be calm but I'm raggo
Trapped in the system My past is my shadow They look at me like I ain't half of an adult My bars are my ammo, Tryna be calm but I'm raggo
You know what cos sometimes I try talk back in probation And you know... That can get you back In the court so Just voicing my opinion Yeah...G-H Simone I'll see you next week, Same time, same place (Laughter)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
