Felon - U-God

Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you to Mr. 92A3131

From Bare Hill Correctional Facility, and I’m a

Pretty good felon with two counts on

One hand gun smoking on trees with three ounces

Caught in my possession

Been a bit aggressive, since my adolescence, expelled from pre-school

I’m on a mission, cause 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 over at seven now meet the new man

Touchdown 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 D’s

I’m a felon, walking these streets

I can’t breathe

I’m a felon

Up in the cubicle surrounded by criminals

Perpetuate bullshit, remind me of the juveniles

Boxed in, counting to the 23rd hour

With 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, should of never moved packs

Shoulda never trust my ex, she talks on the jack

Who’s in kahoots 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 D’s

I’m a felon, walking these streets

I can’t breathe

I’m a felon x5