| CDC |
| What they do? |
| (Bring em in and kick em out |
| Bring em in and kick em out |
| Bring em in |
| This is what it’s like in prison bitch |
| Bring em in and kick em out |
| Bring em in and kick em out |
| Bring em in |
| So for once you get your sentence trick) x2 |
| Let me tell you niggas the truth about livin in prison |
| Actually it’s factually worse than niggas envision |
| Naturally you only understand what you witness |
| So I give you a 1st person account of conditions |
| Within the walls of the cells of the California Department of Corrections |
| Where men suffer broken hearts from neglection |
| Hard to respect a person and sympathize with a crook |
| But come inside and I’ll provide you a look |
| Yeah |
| A crime was committed |
| You went to court and wasn’t acquitted |
| Or took a deal plead guilty and was sentenced |
| Damn |
| Leave the county jail and go to the reception and be classified |
| Hope that you don’t get sent to a prison where you have to ride |
| Northerners Southerns Bloods Crips and white boys |
| Fuck fightin you better learn how to make you a knife boy |
| Plus writin |
| Your attorney ain’t helpin your cause |
| Cause he’s a court-appointed public defendant helpin your cause |
| You get it over then go to the whole workout and get swole |
| Loose your mind and try to find it and get it under control |
| They give you shoes that hurt your feet like broke-ass bottles |
| Nothin to read but magazines and romance novels |
| You only hope your loved ones keep sendin you letters |
| But your girl probably leaved you thinkin she could do better |
| Cause the pain in her eyes and heart is piercin her soul |
| Like Lea Mex it’s dark and it’s high but it’s deep and it’s cold |
| You gotta depend on the states just to feed your face |
| Look at your reflection in the toilet water to see your face |
| No mirrors no tears no matter how many years |
| It appears they don’t listen when you plead your case |
| Life in the hole |
| So what do you do |
| No morals no values |
| Do you study or screw |
| Drop out or stay on the main line fightin for a cause that ain’t real |
| While they try gettin high off of drug deals |
| «I made my bed |
| But it’s too hard to be laying in it |
| I’m fightin the drama |
| But for some reason I’m stayin in it |
| I’m writin to mama like can your son get a visit |
| I’m feelin a little depressed maybe you can tell me what is it |
| What you suggest» |
| Mama told me too pray |
| Said if not then my heart would rot and my shoulders would cave |
| Exercise my mind and body t’like a soldier til I’m old and I’m grey |
| Keep up my strength and my shoulders okay |
| So much weight on my chest |
| You keep writin these lyrics |
| Either be sad and depressed |
| Or get mad and be furious and have to calm down |
| Gotta be serious period |
| My name is Anerae Veshaughn Brown and this is my experience |
| The K-17 737 |
| When the day come and the reverend said I would see Heaven |
| I give up all the oxygen that I breathe in my chest |
| To be in a free world with my girl it’s freedom or death |
| I builded up my strength physically mentally hopin that it’d last |
| Til I’m with my family and this is all in the past |
| It’s all in my grasp |
| The ball in my fist |
| My heart in the palm of my hand |
| Tryna hold it until you can call me a man |
| Too hot the holy burnin flames only extinguished by love |
| Til then I’ll be the king of the thugs |
| (Blocc Star) x8 |
| So much weight on my chest |
| Writin these lyrics |
| My name is Anerae Veshaughn Brown and this is my experience |
| It’s freedom or death |