Felon

It's my job to protect society from a person like this

There's two kinds of criminals. one we're mad at

And one we're afraid of

We gotta do the best we can with the criminals

That we're mad at

But the ones we're afraid of, we gotta put them in prison

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to

Mr 92-A-31-31

From Bay Hill correctional facility

And I'm a pretty good felon with two counts on

One hand gun smoking on trees with three ounces

In my possession, been a bit aggressive

Since my adolescence, expelled from pre-school

I'm on a mission, 'cos hard heads never learn a lesson

With two fire arms headed back to corrections

I'm in a jam, need that one call to fam and I'm

Grinding my teeth as the cell door slams

Come out in seven now meet the new man

On the streets with a modified plan

And I only been home for four weeks

Connected with the block again

Now i'm knocked again, damn

I'm a felon, walking these streets

I can't breathe, in the eyes of the law and the deeds

I'm a felon, walking these streets

I can't breathe

I am a felon

Up in the cubicle surrounded by criminals

Perpetuate bullshit, remind me of the juveniles

Boxed in, counted to the 23rd hour

We're 7 musty niggas in line for the shower

Feel my frustration?

I'm in a fucked up situation

From blowing up trees on probation

And my record just dropped

You can hear it on the E block, on regular rotation

Use imagination

Turn the clock back, shoulda never moved back

Shoulda never trust my ex

She talks on the jack

Who's in cohoots with Black who stabs me in the back

For a little .22 and a handful of crack

On a quest for Rolls Royces you can make the wrong choices

Second strike, front of judge, don't be voiceless

Sentence you to halfway house, halfway out

Looking for a job and a nice shirt

Constantly reminded

I'm a felon, walking these streets

I can't breathe, in the eyes of the law and the deeds

I'm a felon, walking these streets

I can't breathe

I am a felon

I'm a felon

I'm a felon

I'm a felon