did my time

 
Monday, August 5, 2019  
8:08 PM  
 
I did my time  
I accepted my sentence  
But I still feel guilty  
Like I need to pay penance  
I feel like an outsider  
Like I don't belong  
Wanted my views to be wider  
But really deserve to b inside after all  
I think I'm broken  
Maybe institutionalized  
These words I've never spoken  
Maybe I just realized  
I'm a convict  
A criminal, an mfkn outlaw  
I do this shit  
It just comes natural  
Try as I might  
Try as I may  
I can never do right  
I'm a fk up at the end of the day.  
I'm a real live felon  
Laid it down over n over, every damn time  
Ppl already know im never telling  
I own up to my crime  
I hate snitches  
They're  fkn snakes  
Just pansy ass bitches  
One big mistake  
Their mom should have swallowed  
Dad shoulda pulled out  
Should of caught something hollowed  
That it's pain would make em shout  
N cover the ground in red  
Like a bucket of paint  
Pray to live but end up dead  
What happened to the code  
The ways of the street,  
They should all be exposed  
Consequences they should meet  
There's no loyalty  
Absolutely no honor, no pride  
Shit disgusts me  
Their cowardliness they can't hide.  
I'm a fkn woman  
But kept it real  
More than any man  
It's just right, that how I feel  
I stand on mine  
A moral code I can't deny  
I won't change up  
For that I'm willing to die  
Can't make moves  
Can't trust the streets  
freedoms what u will lose  
Nothin left but fakes, lames snitches and creeps.  
Fuck the police, fk12, n fk the law  
Crooked ass pigs  
But so r the rest of y'all  
Tell cause u got caught with dime sack & a rig  
Y'all are all the same  
All weak  
Quick to drop names  
You're just fkn scary  
Afraid to get caught up in a cell  
To get fkd by lusty Larry  
So instead u tell  
Deserve no respect  
Come out n get BK to it  
You show no regret  
You're just a piece of shit  
Take things back to the old ways  
Hold ppl accountable for their actions  
Like back in the old days    
Kill one n watch everyone's reactions  
Ppl out here listening hard  
Wearing wires  
Pulling cards  
Singing like a quire  
No real ones to be found  
They're all in jail  
Or 6 ft in the ground  
Only correspondence is thru jpay n mail  
I'd rather be with them and locked down  
Than out here with yall  
Fk everyone in this town  
At least I cans stand tall  
Look ppl in the eyes  
Cause I own up to mine  
I never tell lies  
Not at any point n time  
Y'all need a reform class  
like Snitches United  
Someone should beat y'all's ass  
For everyone indited  
The lives u ruin by running ur mouth  
It should all be revealed  
It's the dirty dirty south  
Snitches should b killed