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letra de how did i get to this point - zach rabbit

[verse 1]
just left court
they said come back in a couple months
fourth floor, on the bench, arms shackled to the wall
contraband in my draws, [?] on the floor
[?] straight through a n-gga heart
waking up every day in a room full of bricks
and a toilet, and a sink that’s attached to the floor
walls closing in, now i’m trying to breathe slow
can’t help but to hate n-ggas walking out the door
every time i go to court they push my sh-t further back
trial never ending
don’t know how much time i’m gonna do
n-ggas get they ass whooped, coming from the courtroom, crying
suck it up, b-tch, i want to leave too
whole family want to see me, n-gga, what the f-ck you mean?
couple months ain’t sh-t, hoe, i’m looking at some years
agitatеd by my peers, cause i just seen my mama in the courtroom crying with a face full of tеars
so shut up
b-tch, i ain’t looking at days, this is an extended stay
n-gga, what did you say?
you crying ’bout three months?
that sh-t i wish i could say, mane

[verse 2]
got up out of jail, and the world ain’t changed
still to hard to find a job, n-ggas still didn’t give a f-ck
trying to refrain from making me a stain, cause i just got out, but i got to make a buck
mama mad that i’m in the streets making bread, cause a n-gga facing problems she could never understand
i was thirteen, she was crying ’bout bills in her room, so i robbed n-ggas trying to be a man
hanging on the street with the n-ggas selling drugs, but i rarely ever trapped, i was out on the jack
every now and then i would push coke, but i felt bad that my customers was whipping it to crack
smoke it all up, then they hit a n-gga up, get the reup, next day, now i’m sold out
16, sitting in my mama house, in my room, looking out the window with a [?] out
next day, went to school, came back home, and my mama found the pistol that was hidden in my bed
the p22 that i had wasn’t much, but a bullet is a bullet, and it made n-ggas bed
[?] kid had beef with the n-ggas that was grown, so n-gga made sure he had a tone
especially since n-ggas get beat up, and want to shoot back cause the n-gga can’t handle his own
[outro]
h- hanging out the window, the sh-lls bouncing back and forth on the ground while i be blasting
bullets just hitting [?] bystanders
how did i get to this point? mane, it’s hard to imagine
thinking ’bout my daughter
every time that i hit me a stain
i kick in the door, hit the floor, cause these busters don’t know how bad i need this money, mane
yeah

- zach rabbit

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