[Intro]

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this is Pacific Bell with

a called call from...

Ryan D.

oh, that's my homeboy

if you accept the charge

press 1 now

hey Rhino on the phone ya'll

If not

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for operator assistance...

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please stay on the line

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no problem bitch

oh, what's up blood?

yeah

this is Ryan D. man

yeah

you know where am at

up here with my boy Tac

they got my boy G up in max

any how

where in here writing some lyrics

about what where going through

you know, it's kind of heavy

but...

yo

this is on my mind man

but I want you to check this out man

check it out



[Verse 1]

I'm living in the ghetto

selling dope is the only thing I know

penny petty jobs never helped buy a 5.0

I know I'm living wrong

every day I pray the lord

to give me

the strength and courage

to take care of my wife and kids

I'm only 23

but I feel like 46

try to be responsible

I gotta feed my kids

system on my back

no matter how I try to fight

It's really plain and simple

black is bad and good is white

the life I'm forced to live

or should I say the life I lead

It's to materialistic

and my goals are fuelled by greed

but looking back in time

I really cant be blame

because it's sad

In school I seen the white kids

with everything I wish I had

a big and happy home

a mother and a father

should' it stayed in school

but the streets say why bother

so I'm on the corner

shooting dice into

the late night

trying to make my money

hope ing soon to live a normal life

but things are looking bad

rollers sweet me everyday

so when I'm in my house

I write my raps

and hope it pays

my mother tried to worn me

what comes around goes around

selling dope to brothers

is bringing my own people down

deep down I know she's right

but maybe soon

ill make her proud

making legal money with my music

while I move the crowd

but now I gotta struggle

day by night and night by day

stuck with all these problems

and these games people play

word



[Talking]

Yeah

you know what I'm saying blood

I'm just...

that's just something I wrote man

a little something



(hey)

man why you passing the phone to him dude



shit out my mind for shit I don't know

anyways-old blood



(fuck no dude, no dude no)



my boy Tac he hitting it

you know my boy got some shit too man



(come on man, hurry up)



he wrote some dope shit

I want you to check this out man

he got it going on you know



(I let you guy's use the phone for the last time)



check it out thou

Tac bust that shit



[Verse 2]

I'll never happened to me

that's what I always said

now I'm locked down 50 thou

that's for bail

I think I'm going to spend it

If I sit here any longer

Its gonna make me kill

one of these redneck motherfuckers

the day before court

thinking hard about my rights

am I gonna fight

or plied guilty the drug site

the judge will plead me close

like I shot a cop

but I got cough with rocks

but the judge just won't stop

my nerves is at their ends

I just really, really

wanna go home

I promise to get a job

go to school

and leave drugs alone

but he aint going for it

In other words kissing ass

well he rally tells me like my daddy

gonna ship my ass up the fucking river

In a bloody body bag



(body bag)  [laughs]



with the rest of the black trash

looking for his white ass

now a nigga is stuck

in the dope move

situation sentence

by this race nation

go on a longer case

and I really don't know

how the fuck I should feel

Is like I'm on a slave boat

getting shipped to prison Ville

niggas getting months



[Chorus x6]



Niggas getting months

for doing petty crimes



[Talking]

Dam word

you know what I'm saying, I a I

I, I know where the man is coming from

you know

he turn, he aint bullshitting

cause you know

the way they're doing brothers down there

this aint right

you know what I'm saying

but you know

I aint getting into all that

yo check this out



[Verse 3]

My baby needs some food

his sister needs a winter coat

so I'm on the streets

forced again to sell dope

already cough a case

did my time

but now I'm back again

tried to get a job

but a felon really can't win

so when I'm on the block

must be smart

I can't be dumb now

I refused the be the one

doing time in

Quinton lock down

my gat is got my back

my mind it's got my future

try to interfere

well the fact

is I might shoot you

don't want to be a killer

but my instinct gives a bad type

wont even acetate

to wipe away a cops life

some times I want to cry

but a man will never shed a tear

I fight with my emotions

but I never fight fear

the game is getting rough

the stakes are getting higher

who ever said is not

must be dumb

and just a liar

cause brothers got it real tough

dying every day

a mist of life and problems



(hey fool wheres your whole passé?

what up dude)



and these games people play

word



(ok fool)



[Outro]

Well you know

hey, hey... man

I hope... you know

that's just some

tight shit we wrote



(how long till lunch)



any how thou man



(hey, ok check this out)



umm

I'm about to get out the phone



(hey dude)



this fool is over here

sweating me for the phone

hey

man you about to get your turn

just wait



(where they at?)



my boy said...

my boy Tac said be cool

wish me luck in court tomorrow

aight you know

I'll tell G what's up if I see him

ya'll be cool now

peace