port of Miami, I'm importin' the candy
ain't got nuttin to lose, we supportin' the family
never traffic for fun, only traffic for funds
all I seen is the struggle, it's like I'm trapped in the slums
workers were barely paid, no water, we barely bathe
there better be better days on the way that's on my daddy grave
burner in the belt, move the kids to the hills
bend shorty on the sink, do it for the thrill
kiss you on ya neck and tell ya "everything is great"
even though I'm out on bond and might be facing' 8
liquid C4, look at me ho
look into my eyes do you see a C.O.?