I was scared of release, every sin barely redeemed
It never seemed fair I just stare and perceive
And you expected me to care and believe
From a chair when you speak you don't care when I leave fuck off
Now how the fuck can I prepeare to be free
When my hair's clean shaved and I'm there on the street
Like, are you staring at me I've forgotten what a tramp is
Mad shit was lost in the bottom of my sandpit
That pissed me off it's pot luck and not the world's end
Fourteen months to get dumped by your girlfriend
I turned chauvinistic, went ballistic
But never showed a bit of it and learned where I did fit
It's business, life took a piss where my wish list
Slid through my fingertips and ripped into thin strips
I've been spitting since prison so I sip crisp
And dissmiss these visions 'till my wig splits
It's just a concequence of what I do
Man I'm a rapper slash criminal, what are you
Do you work a 9 to 5 in a flock of truths
Or are you walking down the line of forgotten youths
It's just a concequence of what I do
Man I'm a rapper slash criminal, what are you
Do you work a 9 to 5 in a flock of truths
Or are you walking down the thin line of forgotten youths
I'm sorry that I broke the law
But you were smoking draw way before I clock the open door
You know the score, I was lonely, broke and poor
Terrified of getting mesmerized by my sober thougts
So, it's back to drinking again
With a qualified skill of how to think with a pen
The brink of my head dissembled with a kink and a bend
The lingering stench of death as I'm sniffing again
This prison a blend and shimmered with a glistening red
Wish I read instead of flicking through the pictures again
And yes I guess strees does care when you're leaving
Screaming, scratching at the celing
Never had a reason, clever and attach it from the meaning
Staring 'round the cell that you're attacking your beleifs in
I'm packing what I need, and these are not adventures
I'm acting how I please, cause I've seen the consequences
It's just a concequence of what I do
Man I'm a rapper slash criminal, what are you
Do you work a 9 to 5 in a flock of truths
Or are you walking down the line of forgotten youths
It's just a concequence of what I do
Man I'm a rapper slash criminal, what are you
Do you work a 9 to 5 in a flock of truths
Or are you walking down the thin line of forgotten youths
Young men with a mind for revenge need little encouragement You, above all, should know the consequences of the life you choose
consequence, consequence
I hope you understand
consequence, consequence
Truth or consequences, life or death sentence
Embrace faith with open arms
concequence, concequence
Fuckface
Do you expect me to be, thick in the head, the way you want me
Do what we tell you, think what we tell you, say what we tell you, squawk, be a fucking parrot
I hate you for putting me in here
You put yourself in here
Everyone trying to be trife, never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences