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letra de i live with - microphone james

[chorus]
i live with k!llers and riders long and short timers
gods doing life in the pen, we in a bind
so we get our weight up and pay them
back when we bigger
get our weight up and pay them back when
we bigger
i live with k!llers and riders long and short timers
gods doing life in the pen, we in a bind
so we get our weight up and pay them
back when we bigger
get our weight up and pay them back when
we bigger

[verse 1]
twenty-three out of twenty-four
we stand at the door; guess i need time to grow
cause the system said so
walking a white line because of my crime
don’t talk n-gga get my weight up and pay
them back when i’m bigger
no rucker n-gga this my solitude
co’s with an att-tude
five minutes to eat my food
a pink suit if i kick or move
the state pen is the spot where i rest my head
money making in the street
they love that daily bread
now to the lord i miss my daughter and
my big and little man, that forty-five i stand
in the morning without it in hand
f-ck the warden he takes pride in oppressing
his people, get caught slipping, guaranteed
his black -ss gets treated equal
what goes around comes around
you reap what you sow
i strive to guiding his legs and meditate for the poor
i live with k!llers and riders long and short timers
gods doing life in the penn, we in a bind so we

[verse 2]
no more gunplay, strippers on the runway
three in a room, as i lay on a sunday
miserable monday these motherf-ckers
gone pay one day
daddy when you’re coming home
that’s what my son say
one way the road leads to better myself
the penitentiary state of mind, quite as it kept
i played fool for a long time, getting money
hitting lines, i had to learn they designed to grind
i played my part to the t so the system was foul
p making my money up, me and my kind
control movement n-ggas can’t do sh-t
walking around in brownstown
get treated like a b-tch n-gga is sick
dying off still no riots pop off
mental beat down yep the harder man is soft
i want to let off the pain i feel for real
but if i do the penitentiary will run up the bill

[verse 3]
i had a fool in the cut doing a bid with me
i got five baby mamas regretting they had
kids with me, the sh-t i did is unspeakable
hope my kids are reachable, don’t need
no pimps or hoes, god knows daddy loves his kids
but daddy couldn’t show in a hole eight by ten
with locks on the doors, i supposed to be the man
actions didn’t show, my wounds are taking its toll
the world is still cold, call a bluffs on a daily
my hand i never fold the women they stole is
my overseer never trusting a man because a male use to beat her, from projects to paychecks no more laying at home getting government checks
uncle sam don’t give a d-mn, we all the same
more projects, and penitentiary and capital to gain
understand

- microphone james

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