Bad Guy 2
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Dear mama, I'm caught up in
This sickness
I robbed my adversaries but
Slipped and left a witness
Wonder if they'll catch me
Or will this nigga snitch?
Should I shoot his bitch or
Make the nigga rich
Don't wanna commit murder
But damn, they got me trapped
Hawkin' while I'm walkin' and talkin'
Behind my back
I'm kind of schizophrenic
I'm in this shit to win it
'Cause life's a Wheel of Fortune
Here's my chance to spin it
Got no time for cops
Who trip and try to catch me
Too fuckin' trigger-happy
To let them suckers snatch me
Niggas gettin' jealous, tryin'
To find my stash
Whip out the 9
Now pump your ass
Peter picked a pepper
But I can pick a punk
Snatched him like a bitch
And threw him in the trunk
The punk thought I was bluffin'
But swear I'm nothin' nice
Before I take your life
First wrestle with these mites
I listened to his screams
My mama, pray for me
Tell the Lord to make way for me
Prepare any day for me (Why?)
'Cause when they
Come for me they find a struggler
To the death I take the breath from your jugular
The trick is to never lose hope
I found my buddy hangin'
Dead from a rope; 16 on Death Row
Dear mama, these
Cops don't understand me
I turned to a life of crime
Cause I came from a broken family
My uncle used to touch me
I never told you that
Scared what you might do
I couldn't hold you back
I kept it deep inside
I done let it fuel my anger
I'm down for all my homies
No mercy for a stranger
The brother in my cell is 16 as well
It's hard to adapt when you're black
And you're trapped in a living hell
I shouldn't have let him catch me
Instead of livin' sad in jail
I could've died free and happy
And my cellmate's raped on the norm
And passed around the dorm
You can hear his asshole gettin' torn
They made me an animal, can't sleep
Instead of countin' sheep
Niggas countin' cannibals
And that's how it is in the pen
Turn old and cold
And your soul is your best friend
My mama, pray for me
Tell the Lord to make way for me
Prepare any day for me (Why?)
'Cause when they come
For me they find a struggler
To the death I take the
Breath from your jugular
The trick is to never lose hope
I found my buddy hangin'
Dead from a rope; 16 on Death Row
Dear mama, they sentenced
Me to death
Today's my final day
I'm countin' every breath
I'm bitter 'cause I'm dying
So much I haven't seen
I know you never dreamed
Your baby would be dead at 16
I got beef with a sick society
That doesn't give a shit
And they too quick
To say goodbye to me
They tell me the preacher's
There for me
He's a crook with a book
That mothafucka never cared for me
He's only here to be sure
I don't drop a dime to God
About the crimes he's committin'
On the poor
And how can these people judge me?
They ain't my peers
And in all these years
They ain't never love me
I never got to be a man
Must be part of some big plan
To keep a nigga in the state pen
And to my homies out
Buryin' mothafuckas
Steer clear of these
Aryan mothafuckas
'Cause once they got you locked up
They got you trapped
You're better off gettin' shot up
I'm convinced self-defense is the way
Please, stay strapped
Pack a gat every day
My mama, pray for me
Tell the Lord to make way for me
Prepare any day for me (Why?)
'Cause when they come for
Me they find a struggler
To the death I take the breath from your jugular