Felon

It's my job to protect society from a person like this There's two kinds of criminals. one we're mad at And one we're afraid of We gotta do the best we can with the criminals That we're mad at But the ones we're afraid of, we gotta put them in prison Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to Mr 92-A-31-31 From Bay Hill correctional facility And I'm a pretty good felon with two counts on One hand gun smoking on trees with three ounces In my possession, been a bit aggressive Since my adolescence, expelled from pre-school I'm on a mission, 'cos hard heads never learn a lesson With two fire arms headed back to corrections I'm in a jam, need that one call to fam and I'm Grinding my teeth as the cell door slams Come out in seven now meet the new man On the streets with a modified plan And I only been home for four weeks Connected with the block again Now i'm knocked again, damn I'm a felon, walking these streets I can't breathe, in the eyes of the law and the deeds I'm a felon, walking these streets I can't breathe I am a felon Up in the cubicle surrounded by criminals Perpetuate bullshit, remind me of the juveniles Boxed in, counted to the 23rd hour We're 7 musty niggas in line for the shower Feel my frustration? I'm in a fucked up situation From blowing up trees on probation And my record just dropped You can hear it on the E block, on regular rotation Use imagination Turn the clock back, shoulda never moved back Shoulda never trust my ex She talks on the jack Who's in cohoots with Black who stabs me in the back For a little .22 and a handful of crack On a quest for Rolls Royces you can make the wrong choices Second strike, front of judge, don't be voiceless Sentence you to halfway house, halfway out Looking for a job and a nice shirt Constantly reminded I'm a felon, walking these streets I can't breathe, in the eyes of the law and the deeds I'm a felon, walking these streets I can't breathe I am a felon I'm a felon I'm a felon I'm a felon