The Life

a prison harmonica plays the blues
chewing tobacco he chews
etched on skin prison tattoos
in with ma Bloods my ink accused
victims get abused and used
often get bruised and accused
I am a purp who's amused
the mark is defused
comps are taken
the weak are shakin
make no mistakin
yo ma bitch
don't be bitchin
dare not snitch
wounds need stitchin
dead in a ditch
bleeding


its the meth you misuse
topped up with the booze
It's a life that you choose
so you choose and you lose
your freedom to be
your self-dignity
your mind and soul
six months in the hole
you lose self-control
history repeats
it's only sheeps that bleat
aint no sheep here
I double down and domineer
a never land of bad news
as a prison harmonica plays the blues