[Chorus:] I send this out to my shoulders up the road again still breathing probably never coming home again looking up to heaven asking where did we go wrong and tell me why forever got to be so long And be so strong but we all break down staring through the bars down a long hallway and there's no way out Out of sight out of mind got me looking at the world like they forgot about us
[Young Scooter:] I got some niggas down the road and they ain't coming home I think about them everyday I'm getting my hustle on but talk to him every day they have cellphones Realness behind while getting they jug on Put yourself in my shoes he probably won't survive I thank God everyday I open up my eyes another thanks to my lawyer I escaped a dime Any charge I ever had I took that shit to trial Don't get caught with that cocaine gotta be smart in the dope game the world is full of snitches I hope I never go to prison
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Got a lot of brothers probably dead or doing life Public pretender the first offense he caught a flight had an old lady but she got tired of taking hype mother getting older she starting to lose her sight Mail call never hear his name nobody writes him got a couple pictures of old memories they hurt to look at reminiscing about the what ifs hurt to look back in the cell hearing screams in the night used to like the fight night fight for his life det's the feeling Stomach to the ceiling in a room full of killers Living room resentment don't wanna hear about religion Dis another story det ain't gotta have a ending
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