In For Life

Take the darkness and swallow it whole,
'cause the next trend I'm setting, gonna have to make it roll,
with the beats and the sounds of the boombox groove,
freestyle rap can't even risk making a move,
because it's ten cents in, for your sense out,
fifty till you win, and eighty to pussy out,
'cause the boy in the back, said that he don't owe jack,
and the mobs be coming out, faster then a dealer selling crack..

Now I know you'll be saying that I'm shifty,
but the lies that you create sort of sound really thrifty,
breakdown hallways, and train ways, along the good ol' boulevard,
taking shots, smoking pot, in the back of the graveyard,
with their heads held high as the state that they're in,
the hell with their lives, even if the lose they win,
Forty days, forty nights, sailing the ship, all uptight,
no doubts about nothing except not surviving just one night,
until one fateful day when they awoke with a fright,
handcuffed and in chains, the answer was not quite right,
it looked they had killed a man in a fight, but they didn't,
then one's around grinned as they stared,
the guard in the back suggested for them to be scared,
'cause there was no turning back, not even for a strife,
there's no way to leave they were in there for life...