stuck inside my whole life we can't be caught, we can't be caught we can't be caught, no we can't be caught in a four wall way of life I won't be
sucka don't touch her Nigga Get the urge and can't control his hand Get a body bag cause "mauh" he's a dead man She was coolin sportin my table When
how to share Coming home don't never seem to be a celebration Bills they piled up on the coffee table like they're decorations Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big
how to share Coming home don't never seem to be a celebration Bills, they piled up on the coffee table like they're decorations Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big
to figure out you're hard to figure out, are you who you said well i can't tell, i can't tell are you real with me well i can't tell at all {is that
cut, you better think about who you're gonna cut down this time. You're cool, and everybody knows, You're cool, and it shows. Your caught in a cutshow, caught
our city streets No, I won't be caught moaning Not when light is still shining down And me and Johnny Warmed by that damn summer heat. And I can't stop
be I know what you have to be I know that when you chose this world your mind your time it can't be free But I know yu feel the sting and I know just
the attitude of my life, And I turn around and see how some have made me feel So nice to be, just made me laugh at life when I couldn't deal, And I wanna be
treachorous rastas and the Mexican mafias be scrappin' with tats on their back, violent wars nothin' less than a lethal injection if ever caught court rooms, eagles, and
