[Chorus - 2x] Fell victim to the system, cause the hood is tough I coulda raised up, and went back to the cut Trying to do it right, the old me I put it up How can ya win, when your best ain't good enough
[K-Rino] He was fresh out the pen, still in his prime Changed his life, for the better while he did his time It's amazing, how he was able to keep his mind Came home, started searching for a legal grind Lost years, mentally hard to digest Had a woman on his side, through the process Brainstorming on some ideas, they plotted big She agreed to hold it down, until he got a gig Month after month, somebody forgot to tell him It's hard to get a job, once you a convicted felon Accumulation of trepidation, and frustration Plus a lot of dust, collecting on his application He stayed on a straight up and down, like six o'clock And clicked yes, in that have you been convicted box Everything he tried to do, seemed to fall through Thank you sir, please don't call us we'll call you
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[K-Rino] Eight months deeps, still same situation Now his woman's on him daily, running out of patience The scenario they looking at, is typical Now she want him to walk it out, like an elliptical So fast forwarded, his manhood got targeted And lack of them resolving it, escalated those arguments Cause how can he, run his house properly When he's clocking no profit, and she constantly makes mockery And what added, to the overall discrepancy Was the surprise, unexpectancy of a pregnancy Ooh, and when the time came she straight dissed him And took they business, straight to the dirty court system Knew he was trying hard, that was nothing but greed Took him out, cause he wasn't moving at her speed She put a good man out, and let hatred in Now he gotta make it work, so let the games begin
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[K-Rino] Now it's crunch time, everyday stormy weather The need to go and get some bread, is more intense than ever Odd jobs all day, trying to stack some mail Have that money every month, or go back to jail Couldn't believe, that she would place him in that situation 'Fore he was paying, she still hating on his visitations When his paper slow, she threatened to tell them folks He even contemplated, going back to selling dope He was getting checks, he just wasn't cashing enough Plus his baby mama's new dude, started gassing her up Forget that fool we need that money, he don't pay then crush him What you tripping on, he ain't never gave you nothing All in all, it was a dirty thang to do because The real truth is, she knew what kind of dude he was He kept grinding but, once again just not enough Fell behind chased a lick, got caught and they locked him up
[Chorus - 2x]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
