Fred The Godson - Prisoners Poetry lyrics

[Verse 1: Reef Hustle] Now if I said I play illegal I ain't gotta impress the people Dressed in my street clothes, and the mink to caress the ego And oh yes thats me though Army jacket, status in peacoats Skully or Pele no pencil jeans, we dont freak those I tell these freak hoes Wanna peek then peep through a peak hole Not for nothing, this dick is production Sing to this beat yo Why these n***as hating on me, bro? Stayed in my lane, sharing the pain with the Jesus Trito[?] The preacher prayin' from the ER My brother did ten got deported back to Los Mina My other brother locked in the feds, did 5 on the VI I'm sitting here stressed with a quarter, water and pizza My skin colour, was born to do a f**in' bid I'm in the great pen state the way I touch these kids You won't get rich by being honest They divide us in the promise Its the cries of the Obamas [Skit: Black Ice] When you look at me and my brothers what's your first impression? Does the sight of us leave you guessin or do you understand the stressin The aggression, the look of no hope on me and my n***as faces Like the lord overlooked us when he handed down his graces You see embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepreneur fingers Still stuck in the walls of the project halls where the coke smell still lingers External blingers is all we can be Cause on the inside we been given nothin to shine on [Verse 2: Fred The Godson] I'm free but I'm sitting in prison Shaped in a form of a prism I'm trying to escape I put them onto my wisdom I wanna, My wrong decisions Cause knowing the answer ain't showing them long division It's a difference itself You can't be thinking for self People, they follow your footsteps They mimick you the minute you finish getting your look, yep I ramble about the gamble It's coupe in the cut, scandals I'm supen' em up Campbell's don't interrupt A man who erupt and can f** it up wit the evils turn into shambles Tryna tell these young n***as Before Vick There was a Randall Before Kobe There was a Jordan Before Jordan There was a Doctor Life's a b**h, And I was right at the door But I couldn't knock her I ain't tryna C murder my brother like Silkk the Shocker But salute, cause if you force me to shoot ya, I'm gon rock ya You know the rhetoric n***a, and I'm ahead of it 96 Acura legend it's the way legends spit [Skit: Black Ice] And a record deal's harder to get than coke, so my n***as get they grind on Cause the TV tells us, aim high n***a, make all goals lateral But that takes paper that we don't have So n***as put they souls up as collateral Now, some n***as reclaim 'em, some blame 'em, make an excuse to sell 'em But when a n***a goes from not doin to doin, what can you tell him? Not to be a n***a? sh** I gots to be a n***a, that's how I pay the bills And I'mma do that whether I got to sling this coke or exploit these rhyme sk**s See America makes you an opportunist, and at the same time they institutionalized