Life

This is the inevitable conclusion that came from a suppressable delusion.

Back in the day, chilling on the streets with ya friends, fuck about, and start runnin' for the police.
Then all of a sudden you get caught for being sought.
Now you're stuck in the cell, trying to break free from your shell, and hoping for some reasonable bail.
Thinking about what's been done, lingering for the taste of freedom.
Now your wish got fulfilled and you're back in your house, trying to evade the thrill and working it out with your spouse.

Cryin', contemplating the past, tying, for affiliates that last, lyin', to the rats that pass.
See through the eyes which been through the lies, come and live up to the advice of the wise.

Now your homies come with a plan of action, and you know you can't let them down, son.
You wonder why you can't resist the tempation, and why you would never hesitate to bang along.
Now you're playing with the fire again, going to put your desire upon them.
You and your homies are all roughed up, waiting for some sucker to stick up, hoping for some dough to pick up.

Cryin', contemplating the past, tying, for affiliates that last, lyin', to the rats that pass.
See through the eyes which been through the lies, come and live up to the advice of the wise.

You see some weak punk walking around. You and yo men sneak up and ask what's he about.
Within a second you pull your knife, and in the struggle you end up taking his life, immediatly, thoughts cross your mind of your wife and of the freedom you strife.
Now you got fucked up, blue came and you got locked up.
You slipped up with the stick-up and now you have to back up.
You got years to serve, no more chilling on the curve.
This is the real shit people get dealt with.

Cryin', contemplating the past, tying, for affiliates that last, lyin', to the rats that pass.
See through the eyes which been through the lies, come and live up to the advice of the wise.