(You are now listening to Young Chencs)
(Oi, is that Frenchy?)
(Ghosty)
Someone got showered with bullets, setting up tents again
You ever had to pass that tape, praying it ain't your friend?
And if it is, that song is in pain, this shit ain't a game
Who's going to break the news to the family?
And who's gonna explain?
Who's going to tell them it's over nothing?
Came from the mud, got stuck in
Every other day it's something
I wonder who's gonna break the cycle
Who's got time to?
It's pain when a man just like you tries you
We ain't really rivals, but the way shit set out, it's peak, can't get out
Little man smoking the cali, he thinks it's fine
Deep down he's stressed out
And if something don't get stretched out
Then he's labelled a let down
Whole gang's upset now and we ain't tryna lay down so we just get down
Stuck on an M now, three weeks on a postal still ain't sent out
He should've known, hope that he's coming home
In the meantime, set up a drone
In the sim, weed on the phone
Jailhouse getting boring, touring, tired of the cellmate snoring
Calling the roads but the roads ignore him
Till the tears start pouring
Tears of anger, shoulda watched for the camera
Judge just told you stand up, it could be thirty years of bang up
Just got the verdict, talking for banter, calling your girl and she's crying and hangs up
Yo
Get back on the wing and the mood's all changed
I guess you never knew about pain but now you do and you're going insane
Thinking it can't be, life is a game, what a shame
And if he got free he'd probably come out and do it again
Can't blame him, streets he was raised in taught him that's all he's there to do
Woulda been [?] football player, but he went and took the sprayer
He's reading a book for prayers
Found out that there's something greater
He's feeling purer, I see by his aura
I feel like he shoulda got a second chance
Thinking 'bout the thirty, I guess it's harsh
Mum's slowed down on the visits, they keep moving him further
Still denying the murder, rather no visits, it's making it worser
Jail like hell, he's getting [?], he's got no girl, he's got no help
Big man jail, it's not like [?]
But still give thanks, he's got his health
(Oi, is that Frenchy?)
(Ghosty)
Someone got showered with bullets, setting up tents again
You ever had to pass that tape, praying it ain't your friend?
And if it is, that song is in pain, this shit ain't a game
Who's going to break the news to the family?
And who's gonna explain?
Who's going to tell them it's over nothing?
Came from the mud, got stuck in
Every other day it's something
I wonder who's gonna break the cycle
Who's got time to?
It's pain when a man just like you tries you
We ain't really rivals, but the way shit set out, it's peak, can't get out
Little man smoking the cali, he thinks it's fine
Deep down he's stressed out
And if something don't get stretched out
Then he's labelled a let down
Whole gang's upset now and we ain't tryna lay down so we just get down
Stuck on an M now, three weeks on a postal still ain't sent out
He should've known, hope that he's coming home
In the meantime, set up a drone
In the sim, weed on the phone
Jailhouse getting boring, touring, tired of the cellmate snoring
Calling the roads but the roads ignore him
Till the tears start pouring
Tears of anger, shoulda watched for the camera
Judge just told you stand up, it could be thirty years of bang up
Just got the verdict, talking for banter, calling your girl and she's crying and hangs up
Yo
Get back on the wing and the mood's all changed
I guess you never knew about pain but now you do and you're going insane
Thinking it can't be, life is a game, what a shame
And if he got free he'd probably come out and do it again
Can't blame him, streets he was raised in taught him that's all he's there to do
Woulda been [?] football player, but he went and took the sprayer
He's reading a book for prayers
Found out that there's something greater
He's feeling purer, I see by his aura
I feel like he shoulda got a second chance
Thinking 'bout the thirty, I guess it's harsh
Mum's slowed down on the visits, they keep moving him further
Still denying the murder, rather no visits, it's making it worser
Jail like hell, he's getting [?], he's got no girl, he's got no help
Big man jail, it's not like [?]
But still give thanks, he's got his health
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