Its been years since
but its still in my mind.
Its in my face.
The truth can be traced.
But if proof got erased
the truth can be lied
by the rules they dicide.
Jump off the roof of this place
or stay quite and refined
what ever riot's in your mind
But don't try it in line.
Like a piolet Flying blind
Write my briale to recite
my ryhme
My fingers fail, its hard to find
And when they read my mail
its line for line.
I was there two months and they hardly knew my name.
But I pulled stupid stunts so was the one to blame.
But when I got up to share
they hung heads in shame.
Guess you know I play dirty Just the same.
Don't care if I'm thirty
Cause not then or now are you worthy
to squell my name.
In a concrete tomb.
Three days and Four others to share
I sat with my nose on a wall till noon.
Don't suppose there a small meal soon?
When the OP gaurd twisted my hand backwards up my head
I got a clue.
Truth is
I aint hungry and fuck food.
I'd rather sit in pain and stare at a wall
than deal with you dude.
Understand in this place
(his answer don't confuse you)
Think of yourself as a dog
Its, no, sit boy,
then
He'll abuse you.
Eat off the floor like an animal.
Get used to it.
'Cause Mr. Bailey gets amused when you do it.
See, Mr. Bailey gets fused, when you go threw it.
B, K and C(the Jamacans entire)
tell me I'm wrecked and I'm scared.
I know I'm wrecked
But I'm still admired.
'Cause I got my needs met
and I got my respect.
And I'm not a liar.
Spoon
