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54 month's they giveth
Is this all I'm meant to be
Lifespan no more than a century
And I'm stuck in a penitentiary
My life and I'm not even the driver
I'm riding in the sidecar
All the way to the graveyard
Not even a blip on the radar
Surrounded by concrete reinforced with rebar
Tired of seeing razor wire
Tired of all the wannabe gangster fakes
Tired of hanging out with not solid flakes
Tired of reading and playing cards all day
Tired of being stuck in this same mind state
Tired of not wanting to change
Tired of being filled with rage
Tired of feeling my heart break
That whore left me here to rot alone
Not even a letter, won't pick up the phone
Found out my grandma's in the morgue
I wanna cry but this isn't the place to mourn
Her death or missing her funeral..
Which hurt more?
I'm a sucker for that quick reward
That same reward I now suffer for
My luck ran out like time on a shuffle board
No tickets and no more token's though
The present is pathetic
The past is regretted
Hope the future is aesthetic
Don't know I'm not prophetic
I'm not magnetic
There's no positive
Its all negative
Time is relative
Your time is light fast
My time is molasses
The half empty glass shattered
Two and half year's left
Not even half way and already running out of gas
Wish I had a sedative
Or some Ketamine..Or MXE
I want tranquility
I wanna go outta body
I can occasionally get LSD
Last week I conquered a galaxy
I hate coming back to reality
I hate this mentality
Stress is building gradually
Wish I could defy the laws of gravity
I would fly outta this bitch magically
It's not the department of corrections
It's the department of connections
It's easy to learn the wrong lessons
Especially for the young and reckless
Ingested Into the belly of the beast
Stuck in digestion looking at time we see
Eventually the system shits us out into society
Likely get out to commit the same crime's blindly
Spent time unwisely gambling and dreaming up schemes
Drug's are my thing.. I'm a dope feind
Jury convicted
Sentenced to prison
Drug's I distributed
54 month's they giveth
My life they taketh away
This damage I inflicted
I am my own worst enemy
This is not what I'm meant to be
Treated the same as a killer
While child molesters get probation
It's a fucked up system.. Isint it??
I don't know..I'm obviously an idiot
Don't get stuck like I did
I started the same way you did
Do them for the same reasons you do
The choice is for you though
Lifespan no more than a century
And I'm stuck in a penitentiary
My life and I'm not even the driver
I'm riding in the sidecar
All the way to the graveyard
Not even a blip on the radar
Surrounded by concrete reinforced with rebar
Tired of seeing razor wire
Tired of all the wannabe gangster fakes
Tired of hanging out with not solid flakes
Tired of reading and playing cards all day
Tired of being stuck in this same mind state
Tired of not wanting to change
Tired of being filled with rage
Tired of feeling my heart break
That whore left me here to rot alone
Not even a letter, won't pick up the phone
Found out my grandma's in the morgue
I wanna cry but this isn't the place to mourn
Her death or missing her funeral..
Which hurt more?
I'm a sucker for that quick reward
That same reward I now suffer for
My luck ran out like time on a shuffle board
No tickets and no more token's though
The present is pathetic
The past is regretted
Hope the future is aesthetic
Don't know I'm not prophetic
I'm not magnetic
There's no positive
Its all negative
Time is relative
Your time is light fast
My time is molasses
The half empty glass shattered
Two and half year's left
Not even half way and already running out of gas
Wish I had a sedative
Or some Ketamine..Or MXE
I want tranquility
I wanna go outta body
I can occasionally get LSD
Last week I conquered a galaxy
I hate coming back to reality
I hate this mentality
Stress is building gradually
Wish I could defy the laws of gravity
I would fly outta this bitch magically
It's not the department of corrections
It's the department of connections
It's easy to learn the wrong lessons
Especially for the young and reckless
Ingested Into the belly of the beast
Stuck in digestion looking at time we see
Eventually the system shits us out into society
Likely get out to commit the same crime's blindly
Spent time unwisely gambling and dreaming up schemes
Drug's are my thing.. I'm a dope feind
Jury convicted
Sentenced to prison
Drug's I distributed
54 month's they giveth
My life they taketh away
This damage I inflicted
I am my own worst enemy
This is not what I'm meant to be
Treated the same as a killer
While child molesters get probation
It's a fucked up system.. Isint it??
I don't know..I'm obviously an idiot
Don't get stuck like I did
I started the same way you did
Do them for the same reasons you do
The choice is for you though
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