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Yeah, for that's locked in Comstock
My sittin' in San Quentin and Clinton
Rikers Island, Island, Cracker's Island
(Your world stop)
(Your don't stop, stop, stop)

I wake up to them rappin' tunes afternoon
I be home soon, I see the board some time June
Met a couple of convicts way beyond sick
It seem they dig my style I be on some don shit

Laid back, I ran into brothers from way back
Those I dug we hugged, that, black, I don't say jack
I stay in tune with the sun, and moon
behind bars you're doomed if your mind can't consume

Plus spiritual pain can forth physical reign
And without knowledge of self how else can a criminal
And bein' locked up just ain't the life for me shit is way too for me
You're home soon, sounds so nice to me

Plus you can bet I'm bouncin' out with mad
And if I get or not, baby pop
My world don't

(Your world stop)
(Your world stop)
(Your world stop)
(Your world stop, stop, stop)

(Your don't stop)
(Your world stop)
(Your don't stop, stop, stop)

And in it makes all end up the same from blowin' backs out
5 to 15, the bean until they max out
Misbehavin', actin' uncivilized cavemen
I witnessed brave men that in, sodomized and turned to gay men

Nobody's playin' drama, prisoners be posted
On some low layin'
Sleep, get your shit banged in

Hangin', plus who's to you
Out of the hell these inmates gone
From three halves of a four doubt if anyone is normal
And all it's hard to call who would try to play you

My kid from my caught a carved spoon through his navel
Nothin' can you, even C.O.'s'll try to grave you
It's painful to even know those who most betray you

I lay low key, 'cause I ain't
to get out early on work release
Prayin' the system work me

'Cause I ain't tryin' to see three and a cot till I rot
That my plot, baby pop
My world stop

(Your world stop)
(Your world stop)
(Your world stop)
(Your world stop, stop, stop)

(Your world stop)
(Your world stop)
(Your don't stop, stop, stop)

So, until that day I'm discharged and set free, who's gonna sex me
My more based on makin' my next G
Now, see, left alone me as a juvenile, no more movin' foul
The penile possesed me with a style

Blessin' my mental with mathematics to map through graphics
Fuck it, I ain't with backwards
A wiser man with and liver plans
mature and for sure done saw all my eyes can stand

Sittin', tryin' to design these of mine
To define what when you're servin' time
Stress just blurs the
Behind bars are signs of hard times
I'm myself in between these lines

But I tryin' to see three hots and a cot till I rot
That ain't my plot, pop
My world don't
(Your don't stop)

Yeah,
(Your world stop)
For all the on lock-diggedy
(Your world stop)
(Your world stop, stop, stop)
upstate to downstate
(Your world stop)

stop, paw
(Your world stop)
stop, paw
(Your world stop)
And on and on and on
(Your world stop, stop, stop)
And on and on and on
(Your world stop)
(Your don't stop)
(Your world stop, stop, stop)

My man, is in here
(Your don't stop)
Yo, free, how it be,
(Your don't stop)
we do it
(Your don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world stop)
(Your don't stop)
(Your world stop, stop, stop)

(Your world stop)
(Your world stop)
(Your world stop, stop, stop)

(Your world stop)
(Your don't stop)
(Your world stop, stop, stop)
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