Man we miss you out here on the streets/ I been hearin' the beat, but there ain't no one that speaks/ All we ever wanted was a piece of the pie/ Strugglin' hard to survive, but they rather see us die/ Wonderin' why, what did we do to deserve this mess/ Get a little money, then they hit us with a service test/ Now I'm in chains off to see the judge/ Scared as hell for my freedom, but you know I won't budge/ 'Cause God has my back, and He knows the whole truth/ Waitin' on the outcome, talkin' to you through a booth/ Shits serious and often times delirious/ Makes me furious, but now its got me curious/ Keep my head up hopin' yo appeal goes through/ When you get out, I hope to celebrate with yo crew/ 'Til that day comes, I'll continue to write/ Hopin' that S P Mex gets to live his life right
