? Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggas on welfare
fuck [Lost Tribe] We got tha weed in tha tote, nigga wanna deed, here I dont Nigga bring tha B's for tha pump Tribe comin' clean like a bitch We gon hit yo town for
for me to live A young girl like me, raised up in a good family Way too young to endure such misery And every night I cry myself to sleep from all the
fire? Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggas on welfare
way for me to live A young girl like me, raised up in a good family Way too young to endure such misery And every night I cry myself to sleep from all
