All that "we don't bend, we don't fold, Treyway" shyt sounds good in the courtroom with ya fam and homies in the seats behind you and right after you just got arrested
But after you get that sentence, you put a little time in already and you in your cell with some dusty, crusty nikka with stank breath trying to debate you about whether the earth is really flat -- dude is gonna be
reminiscing about the touch, smell and softness of a fine woman next to him in bed. Remembering back when he didn't have to wake up whenever the guards told him to
prison is not the move. It ain't worth it.