My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house,I'm the place many fear cause there's no way out,I take the sun away put misery instead When you wit me most folks consider you dead,I saw too many inmates fallin' apart,Call for the guards to let them out at night when it's dark,Convicts think they alone but if they listen close They can hear me groan touch the wall feel my pulse,All the pictures you put up is stuck to my skin,I hear ya prayers (even when ya whispering)I make it hotter in the summer colder in the winter,If the court parole ya then another con enters,No remorse for your tears I seen em too often,When you cry I make you feel alive inside a coffin,Watch you when you eat play with you mind when you sleep,Make you dream that you free then make you wake up to me,Face to face with a cage no matter your age,I can shatter you turn you into a savage in rage,Change ya life that's if you get a chance to get out,Cause only you and I know what sufferings about Yo it's stunning when bed sheets become your woman,And I'm the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is coming,Maybe one day I'll open up my arms to release you,You'll always be my property nikka stay legal..
It's not that fukking serious. I couldn't give a shyt if they aren't beefing. You guys act like it matters. If yall say it ended in 06..
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