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trizzmatic - voice of the yard lyrics

h+ll no
i’m not coming back to this h+llhole
cause i’m tired of going to court
wearing these jail clothes
upstate greys
doing a long bid
a trumped up stay
where racist cos
have some f+cked up ways
they try to pick on me
cause i’m younger than most n+ggas here
but i always got a shank
and only sh+t that i fear
is by myself
i might just k!ll somebody else
cause how i felt
i’m not gonna be yelling for help
like this dope fiend on the floor
and i’m just watching him melt
and i just seen a black man hang him self with a belt
and i don’t know why
cause we was just talking like yesterday
d+mn fam
we was just laughing
and eating bam bams
we called him shaq
cause he was big and black
now picture that
most don’t be in long
and saying
it’s a wrap
that’s some cold sh+t
but it’s pure like fish scale
without the nose drip
swimming in filth
just like a blowfish
walking down the tier
don’t you look in no cell
keep ya eyes to the front
cause n+ggas crooked as h+ll
n+ggas might be doing drugs
or raping somebody raw
or making shanks
sharpening some sh+t on the floor
this bold guy
a real peacemaker with no ties
no lie
got buck fiftied on both sides
a lot of n+ggas smart
but they only using their left brain
no spirit in them
and k!lling over a chess game
on the streets
making choices is hard
i made a choice
then became the voice of the yard
behind bars
got too many stories to spit them
and i’m tired of being tied to these prisons
but my n+ggas is in them

while you sleep
your celly might be beating his meat
it’s been a week
and this n+gga won’t stop
he’s a creep
i’m on the top bunk
and i’m mad he’s making it squeak
i wanna k!ll him
but he probably nuts all over his sheets
my bunky takes 12 pills a day
he’s slow but he’s not dumb
we’re both here for murder
but his with a shotgun
a heavy set irish man
potbelly diet plan
snores like a bear
something’s f+cking with his diaphragm
a good dude
who’s not for rec or no sports
he loves cooked food
that’s they call me
chef up north
ogs grand daddy’s age
i sat with them
broke bread
ate snacks with them
and laughed with them
told me how they use to march back in the days
when dr. king was still alive
and they mom’s was shackled as slaves
as little kids
momma sharecropping
makes me almost not wanna wear cotton
snitches in the rear watching
on the streets
making choices is hard
i made a choice
then became the voice of the yard
behind bars
got too many stories to spit them
and i’m tired of being tied to these prisons
but my n+ggas is in them

- trizzmatic lyrics

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