Stay on the Streets - Mr. Criminal

Verse 1

Its kinda of funny how the world turns

I write a rap and let the blunt burn

Think to myself who i was just a couple of years ago

Now i have homies in my shoes doing time or out on parol

Trapped in the system

Fallen a victim

To their governments

Society lables you a convict when their done with you

Its like somehow, someway

You just cant over come this shit

Try not to get the third strike

But still you wanna come up real quick

You couldn’t get a descent job

Because you got tatts in the face

Pockets empty so you went and put a strike on your waist

I know exactly how it is

When your trying not to fall

Locked up behind the wall

Visitation or collect calls

Too many homies of mine

Getting caught up for crimes

Judges breaking mothafuckas off for too much time

And its a shame homies fallen a victim to the game

25 to life and thats life in the game.

Verse 2

He was only 13

Influenced by his peers

Jumped in the neighbor-hood

And got a tattoo tear

All the homies gave him a strap

Yeah he didnt have no fears

Slanging and doing dope

His mind never was clear

He stared into a duration

That he soon would regret

Making mothafuckas bleed for disrespecting his set

He wouldnt listen to nobody

Went in one ear and out the other

Disrespecting his mother

Even stealing money for her

Now what was a shame

Was the homie was naive to the game

Thinking all he wanted to do in life was run the streets and bang

Until he got caught with a strap

Facing triple homicide

Tried and convicted as an adult

Now he’s facing 25

And thats life in the varrio

Thats just hows its done

You grab a strap

Cock and shoot it up for the neighbor-hood your from.