I wake up to them rapping tunes 
Every afternoon, I'll be home soon 
I see the board sometime after june. 
Met a couple of convicts, 

That's way beyond sick 
It seems they dig my style, 
Cause I be on some don shit. 
Laid back, I ran into some brothers 

From wayback 
Those that I dig there be others black - I'm real unclear on what he 
Actually says here 
I don't say jack 

I stay in tune with the stars sun and moon 
Because behind bars your doomed if your mind can't consume 
Plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical rain 
And without knowledge of self 

How else can a criminal change? 
And being locked up ain't the life of me 
Shit is way too trife for me 
"You're coming home soon sounds so nice to me 

But you can bet, I'm bouncing out with mad props 
And if I get chopped, and knocked Baby Pop 
My world don't stop 
And in here it makes us all the same 

For blowing backs out five to fifteen 
See you in the bean 
Till they max out 
Mis behavin, acting uncivilized like cavemen 

I witness bravemen, 
That gave inside(?) minds turn to gay men 
Nobody's playin 
Crimes of prisoners supposed to be preying(?) 

On some low shit layin sleep 
Get yo ho shit banged in 
Hangin 
Who's to warn you 

Outta the hell these inmates gone through 
From the 3 halves of a four group(?) 
Doubt if anyone is normal 
And overall 

It's hard to call 
Who would try to play you 
One kid from my tomb caught a carved spoon through his navel 
Nothing can save you 

Even C.O's try to grave you it's painful to even know 
Those that are most faithful, will betray you 
I lay lo-key 
Cause I ain't heard the least 

Try and get out early on work release 
Praying the system will work with me 
Cause I ain't trying to see three hots(?) and a cot 
So I rock 

That ain't my plot baby pop 
My world don't stop 
So until that dayi'm discharged and set free 
Fuck who's going sex me, 

My mind is more based on making my next G 
Now let's see 
Nothing on me as a juvenile 
No more moving foul, the penile 

Possesses me with a smoother style 
Blessing my mental with mathematics 
To map shit, through graphics 
Fuck it, I ain't with hustling backwards 

So wiser man, with ideas and liver plans 
More mature and for sure 
I saw all my eyes could stand 
Sit and try to design these words of mine 

To define what occurs when you're serving time 
Freshness blurs the mind 
Behind bars, scars are signs of hard times 
I'm trapping myself inbetween these lines 

Cause I ain't trying to see three hots(?) and a cot 
So I rock 
That ain't my plot baby pop 
My world don't stop