If I have wings, They're broken. If I have a halo, It's cracked. If I have a white robe, It is blood splattered. If I am loved, I don't feel it. I'm no angel.
Bein' locked up Ain’t an asset And prison isn’t (a right of passage) Don’t tell me where you been Get yourself past it It’s time to wake up You stupid *******
I’m gettin tired of hearing ****** talk about How long they went in fo’ Once they come out And there ain’t nothin' That I find more aggravatin' Than hearin bout cases That they got waitin Or when they'll walk out Of the prison gate Because they doin time Somewhere upstate Now I ain’t mad at ‘em Because of their plight I just wish they wouldn’t Take so much delight
Bein locked up Ain’t an asset And prison isn’t (a right of passage) Don’t tell me where you’ve been You stupid ******* It’s time to wake up And get yo’ *** past it
I know some of y’all Can relate To doin time Somewhere upstate And you've engaged in The idle chatter Like the time you did As if it mattered And we can find A true paradigm Like a broken wrist-watch That keeps losing time I realize you may be Keepin it real Cos someone convinced you Prison is the deal
Bein' locked up Ain’t an ssset And prison isn’t (a right of passage) Don’t tell where you’ve been Get yourself past it It’s time to wake up You stupid *******
You run off the names Like they finishing schools But they’re been erected To house you fools I don’t fault a man For making a living If they've factored in The time they'll be given Especially if they get caught And take a fall For throwing bricks At the penitentiary wall What I’m tryin to say is Get a grip Before you wind up Taking a bus trip
Bein' locked up Ain’t an asset And prison isn’t (a right of passage) Don’t tell where you’ve been Get yourself past it It’s time to wake up You stupid *******
Prison isn't What it's cracked up To be And if you been there I’m sure you’ll agree You know what you did While you were in ******'s ****** And it's still a sin See havin prison muscles Don’t make you a man If you were tossin salad Inside the slam So if you ever been in Let that be your secret I don’t wanna know Why don't you keep it
Bein' locked up Ain’t an asset And prison isn’t (a right of passage) Don’t tell me where you’ve been Get yourself past it It’s time to wake up You stupid *******
How many baby daddies Ain’t around Because of bad choices Now they’re on locked down Waiting for commissary And some cigarettes That they use to barter And pay their debts Then history repeats itself Know what I mean And the child takes the same road That his father’s been It’s an ongoing saga That just doesn't end You know what I’m talkin' ‘bout So don’t pretend
Bein' locked up Ain’t an asset And prison isn’t (a right of passage) Don’t tell me where you’ve been Get yourself past it It’s time to wake up You stupid *******
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