When I Get Out

At 17 I was kicking in doors, smokin hella ports. Smash

and grab, Im gonna take what I can’t afford. Get rich or die

young and poor. Get rich or die young and poor. 17 years

old, knowing I’m forever cursed. 17 charges, you can check

the paperwork. 17 minus 6, 11 charges dismissed, almost

lost 10 years on a mother fucking snitch. America’s most

wanted, box Chevy with expired tags on it. Attempted murder,

they flashing arrest warrants. Now where’d you get that info

from? It ain’t current. Now my mama gotta see me in

handcuffs and shackles, chains round my waist, from

my wrists to my ankles. And all just cause....Had to run his

fucking mouth. I’ll see you when I got out, I’ll see you when

I get out. Smoking Newport’s outside of court, I was born

feet first. Couple hundred in my pocket, fuck the judge,

the DA, and everybody watching. I’m gone.