i open the car door and
steady my weak knees as they hit the floor,
heavy breathing and i can't stop lookin around,
i got this thing in my hand cuz i'm on a mission,
i've got a plan,
i'm gonna ****** **** this man,
knife opens and it wasn't me that opened it,
now things go blurry
and i know my bodies in a hurry cuz its movin so fast.
knife at his neck and i'm ready to go,
i say some words and i'm told we gotta role,
flick my wrist and i cut that *****.
once in the car gotta make a call,
to let em know who we are.
loud i shout my click with pride out the window,
shots start poppin as we start mobin.
to the house we go no lookin back.
the attack has got my adrenaline pumpin  
so i sit back and chill, listenin to the music that we got bumpin.
get home we good.
as we stand outside trying to disguise our ride.
here comes the cops drivin by.  
so i grab that gat ready to take the rap
wipe the prints and throw it in the bushes.
cop stops and tells us not to move.
draws hes gun and looks for any reason to shoot.
"hands on the car all of you".
now a line of police is mobbin thru the streets.
i can here them from blocks away.
as they show up guns drawn im sketched to move
cuz these police are ready to spray.
one by one were asked to walk backwards to them,
"hands on your head as you walk and no sudden moves".
i was the last one to walk and as i did i could see the kids
lookin thru the window with fear in there eyes.
and as the cop grabbed me and handcuffed me from behind
i screamed "i love you guys and im sorry".
once they had me i asked em to drop the guns.
told em there were only women and children inside
they told me "no" and i asked them "why"?
i heard no reply as i was searched and thrown in the back of the car.
lookin at my aunt thru the window i could see she wanted to cry
drivin to the jail im askin what i did
i asked em how they could think that a kid could do this.
on the scanner another officer says
"we have a standard issue 9 millimeter hand gun
with 3 pages missing from the magazine".
i sigh they know we rode on him.
get to the jail they strip me down and its cold as hell.
i'm chained down by the ankles i want free
but they won't release me.
long story longer 2 and a half years later and now i'm free.
still a struggle tho cops always harassing me,
and i want to smoke some ****
but ****** probation is all over me.
so for now im chillin wit my crew
but if you ever **** wit us any one of us will **** you.
death before dishonor im gonna live it a lil longer,
but my time is comin soon
and im ready to be consumed by hell.