I wake up to them rapping tunes   every afternoon, I'll be home soon   I see the board sometime after june.   met a couple of convicts,   that's way beyond sick   it seems they dig my style,   cause I be on some don shit.   laid back, I ran into some brothers   from wayback   those that I dig there be others black - i'm real unclear on what he   actually says here   I don't say jack   I stay in tune with the stars sun and moon   because behind bars your doomed if your mind can't consume   plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical rain   and without knowledge of self   how else can a criminal change?   and being locked up ain't the life of me   shit is way too trife for me   "you're coming home soon% sounds so nice to me   But you can bet, i'm bouncing out with mad props   and if I get chopped, and knocked Baby Pop   my world don't stop      And in here it makes us all the same   for blowing backs out five to fifteen   see you in the bean   till they max out   mis behavin, acting uncivilized like cavemen   I witness bravemen,   that gave inside(?) minds turn to gay men   nobody's playin   crimes of prisoners supposed to be preying(?)   on some low shit layin sleep   get yo ho shit banged in   hangin   who's to warn you   outta the hell these inmates gone through   from the 3 halves of a four group(?)   doubt if anyone is normal   and overall   it's hard to call   who would try to play you   one kid from my tomb caught a carved spoon through his navel   nothing can save you   even C.O's try to grave you it's painful to even know   those that are most faithful, will betray you   I lay lo-key   cause I ain't heard the least   try and get out early on work release   praying the system will work with me   cause I ain't trying to see three hots(?) and a cot   so I rock   that ain't my plot baby pop   my world don't stop      so until that dayi'm discharged and set free   fuck who's going sex me,   my mind is more based on making my next G   now let's see   nothing on me as a juvenile   no more moving foul, the penile   possesses me with a smoother style   Blessing my mental with mathematics   to map shit, through graphics   fuck it, I ain't with hustling backwards   So wiser man, with ideas and liver plans   more mature and for sure   I saw all my eyes could stand   sit and try to design these words of mine   to define what occurs when you're serving time   freshness blurs the mind   behind bars, scars are signs of hard times   i'm trapping myself inbetween these lines   cause I ain't trying to see three hots(?) and a cot   so I rock   that ain't my plot baby pop   my world don't stop