As I wake up in the mornin, I jump up out a my bed (My bed)/
Freedom is on my mind as I pace this six by nine cell/
Nigga ain't seen daylight (Daylight), they got me caged like (Caged like), I'm runnin wild/
Just for tryna' feed myself, since they act like we ain't even here/
So I say "I've done no wrong, I wanna go home now"/
Ain't tryna listen to that/
The niggas I used to call, they ain't pickin up the phone now/
Niggas know I'm trippin for that/
I miss my mama, brotha, sistas, man, I'm feelin so alone now/
Wish that I could go back (Go back....)/
I guess I'm payin the dues of a real true soldier (Soldier)
-Krayzie Bone with LaReece-Chorus-
It's so hard on the street so I packs my heat/
That's the life of a thug, any beef I keep/
I'm suited up to kill, all my enemies/
If you don't shoot I will, you ain't no friend of me/
Now that I'm livin in a cell, the tables are turned (Turned)/
I never knew I had such a lesson to learn (Learn)/
I'm shackled up from my hands to my shoes/
I'm so caught up I don't know what to do
-Krayzie Bone-(LaReece)-
I got a letter in the mail from my girl, she let me know/
That I'm too thuggish for her world, so she need to let me go/
Plus her mama playa hatin sayin "Datin me is dangerous"/
She don't think she should hang with thugs (Ooo no)/
She probably better off though (Oh no...)/
Run in back and tell the broad she can go, give my mama all my clothes/
The keys to my low-low to my brother/
Bitch, if niggas tell me you in my shit you will be fucked up (Ooo)/
This shit ain't right (Ain't right...)/
Lawyer say that judgement got that bitch tonight/
He say she down to ride, with young niggas like me/
Two strikes and I violated my probation/
Plus they say they get me if they ever saw my face again/
So I, be spendin more time, as a Thug on the Line/
Did the crime so I'm doin the time
-Chorus-
-Krayzie Bone-
Tomorrow mornin, I'm scheduled for the court room/
Voices in my head sayin, "Nigga, what you gon' do?"/
No soon, I be ridin that big blue bus/
Chained up with the killas and the thugs/
Tossed all night in my bunk, waitin for the judge to send me up/
I knew just what it was when I got cuffed/
That that would be the last time I would see the sun/
First I picture myself in jail, that vision wack/
Then I picture myself rollin my Cadillac/
Bounce, bounce, side to side, hittin switches/
Pullin off on them bitches, just tryna' get it/
But then I flash back 'cause my cell door slam/
Now I got to go see the man, damn/
Now we bailin down the hallway/
Niggas yellin, "Keep it real," nigga always, always