Let a nigga be free sometimes/
Why can't I just rhyme and be me sometimes/
Stereotypes, got me do'n time in jail/
Brought up to raise hell, had me do'n 3 in a cell/
Believe me when I tell niggaz my life was ruff/
And the only way I escaped was write'n stuff/
Rather it was schoolwork, raps, or write'n books/
Had to make it out, fuck how much time it took/
But the line from citizen to crook, I done crossed it/
My mind, I done lost it/
One chance from the time of nine, I done tossed it/
Damn I'm exhausted, deal'n with these skeletons thats locked in the closet/
the gameplan I had designed, it imploded/
Life gave me a chance and turned around and stole it/
I asked for it back, it turned around and sold it/
Now I'm blazed out, black, burnt, and scolded/
Hold it, I'm not thru wit you yet/
I'm not thru fuck'n move'n units wit my crew yet/
Keep'n my cool, calm and collect/
See me zoned out when I bomb ya set/
Then I blast the tech, I'm a bastard yes/
"Haven't I learned my lesson?", the answer's guess/
I passed the test, 3.7 on the average/
so much potential, yet I still scavenge/
I'm look'n for some leverage, to boost my feedback/
A streetcat, but I still need a place to sleep at/
And eat at, a place to call home/
streets is just a place for a dog to roam/
Just a place, for a dog to get a bone/
A place to play wit his chrome/
