nicz

The itenerary division of this precision.. will make u think u hitten when u really just missin then throw u in jail, in a fuckin dirty cell wit this guy named bubba thats like thirty and he smells they expect u to survive to increase yo stride when yo hearts filled wit pride yo eyes filled wit lies cuz the things u see on the street aint really what they be niggaz dont even wanta speak unless u they peeps not a simple hello or whats up when u walk past but instead a maddogg like u stashed bones up yo ass nobody wants to help they give a penny there penny here but the hurt gon really be felt in about twenty years when yo son is all grown up and u done teachin his ass he wanna go to school but it aint enough seats in the class especially for a nigga thats stereotyped for havin no life the cops took em in for stabbin cuz he was saggin but had no knife now he waitin the juries decision sitten in fear he knows hes innocent his feelins is written in tears 3,2,1, guilty the words penetration hit so strong got a life sentence it aint nothin but another generation gone