She denied me bail
I wish I would've known this before I thought it was cool to be in jail
Now the walls of the cell
Is like the flames of hell
Just because I advertised that life but I didn't even sell
I wish I can snitch my way out of this but only time could tell
Only if your honor would've known my parents raised me well
But I just failed
Officers locked the door after me and to my knees I fell
Praying to my God who I bailed from
Scared to read my children's mail
Frightened that I'm painting the worse picture to scale
Illustrating that the Afri-Can
Can't
Do nothing more than be held in restraint
Now it's too late to step on the base
They have me on tape
And the judge says she'll never rule me safe
I struck out
With only away games
Because they're sending me place to place
As if I have a barcode on me
Or a serial number on my face
Chaining us from ankle to ankle
I feel like I'm a part of the only population of people who are declared as equal
We all have the same attire and the same desire
My voice means nothing in between these walls
We can never come within the same harmony as the choir
So I remain quiet
I silence the perspectives my parents worked hard to acquire
Within me it all expired
All because I'm in denial
Wanting to be someone else
I realized that the guys who I idolized
Still have their life, because from the beginning it was their life
And I wasn't living mine
It's funny how now I get the picture
But until I die I will only be seen as a wallet size
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 12:13 AM UTC
She denied me bail
I wish I would've known this before I thought it was cool to be in jail
Now the walls of the cell
Is like the flames of hell
Just because I advertised that life but I didn't even sell
I wish I can snitch my way out of this but only time could tell
Only if your honor would've known my parents raised me well
But I just failed
Officers locked the door after me and to my knees I fell
Praying to my God who I bailed from
Scared to read my children's mail
Frightened that I'm painting the worse picture to scale
Illustrating that the Afri-Can
Can't
Do nothing more than be held in restraint
Now it's too late to step on the base
They have me on tape
And the judge says she'll never rule me safe
I struck out
With only away games
Because they're sending me place to place
As if I have a barcode on me
Or a serial number on my face
Chaining us from ankle to ankle
I feel like I'm a part of the only population of people who are declared as equal
We all have the same attire and the same desire
My voice means nothing in between these walls
We can never come within the same harmony as the choir
So I remain quiet
I silence the perspectives my parents worked hard to acquire
Within me it all expired
All because I'm in denial
Wanting to be someone else
I realized that the guys who I idolized
Still have their life, because from the beginning it was their life
And I wasn't living mine
It's funny how now I get the picture
But until I die I will only be seen as a wallet size
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