I write a rap and let the blunt burn
Think to myself who i was just a
shoes doing time or out on parol
Society lables you a convict
You just cant over come this shit
Try not to get the third strike
But still you wanna come up real
You couldn't get a descent
Pockets empty so you went and
put a strike on your waist
When your trying not to fall
Locked up behind the wall
Visitation or collect calls
Getting caught up for crimes
Judges breaking mothafuckas off
And its a shame homies fallen
25 to life and thats life in the
Jumped in the neighbor- hood
All the homies gave him a strap
Yeah he didnt have no fears
He stared into a duration
That he soon would regret
Making mothafuckas bleed for
He wouldnt listen to nobody
Even stealing money for her
Thinking all he wanted to do in life
was run the streets and bang
Until he got caught with a strap
And thats life in the varrio
Cock and shoot it up for the neighbor- hood