Lirik Lagu I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings - Binary Star
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In jail, without the bail, in jail
[Chorus over Intro Speaking]You know what I'm saying, you got these wack emcees out here, you know what I'm saying, they do three days in the county, you know whatI'm saying, and come home and write a rhyme about doin' bids, you know what I'm saying, shankin', shankin' people, doin' time, they don't know nothing 'bout time. Man, I got people locked down, you know what I'm saying
[One Man Army]Yo its handcuffed, in the back of the bus, forty of usThe road it was rough, plus nobody I could trust (trust)Headed upstate, no chance for escapeBarbed wire and guards and the gun tower secured the gateMy uncle's fate, was life without paroleThank God I was blessed with an out dateI can't wait, but I got toYou probably wouldn't have did what I did to catch a bid, but I'm not youI got a crew still on the street, they don't write me lettersNo time to visit a brotha, or bother to send me cheddarNever did I sweat it, I know they got a life to liveMy man J, had a wife and kidsAnd these are the consequences, my actions committedSome cats that I used to visit, now I live withAlong with swillas, killas, drug dealas, some rich brothasCrackheads, con artists, child molesters, dick suckersAll types of individualsSorta like a melting pot for criminals.The system is designed to stock the plentifulThis old cat from the hoodTold me, "Out of every bad situation comes some good"Its understoodPrison ain't good for my healthLookin' in the mirror, introducing me to myselfI studied my thoughts, my ways, the routes I tookYo, I read daily, it ain't all about the booksIts all about the lessons you learn, through your experienceApplying it in a positive way, periodAll praise due to Allah, I used to Skeme'Til he showed me the straight way, (Arabic ???)Now I'm on the V-I, telling Moms about IslamShe called me a blasphemous fool,
[Chorus over Intro Speaking]You know what I'm saying, you got these wack emcees out here, you know what I'm saying, they do three days in the county, you know whatI'm saying, and come home and write a rhyme about doin' bids, you know what I'm saying, shankin', shankin' people, doin' time, they don't know nothing 'bout time. Man, I got people locked down, you know what I'm saying
[One Man Army]Yo its handcuffed, in the back of the bus, forty of usThe road it was rough, plus nobody I could trust (trust)Headed upstate, no chance for escapeBarbed wire and guards and the gun tower secured the gateMy uncle's fate, was life without paroleThank God I was blessed with an out dateI can't wait, but I got toYou probably wouldn't have did what I did to catch a bid, but I'm not youI got a crew still on the street, they don't write me lettersNo time to visit a brotha, or bother to send me cheddarNever did I sweat it, I know they got a life to liveMy man J, had a wife and kidsAnd these are the consequences, my actions committedSome cats that I used to visit, now I live withAlong with swillas, killas, drug dealas, some rich brothasCrackheads, con artists, child molesters, dick suckersAll types of individualsSorta like a melting pot for criminals.The system is designed to stock the plentifulThis old cat from the hoodTold me, "Out of every bad situation comes some good"Its understoodPrison ain't good for my healthLookin' in the mirror, introducing me to myselfI studied my thoughts, my ways, the routes I tookYo, I read daily, it ain't all about the booksIts all about the lessons you learn, through your experienceApplying it in a positive way, periodAll praise due to Allah, I used to Skeme'Til he showed me the straight way, (Arabic ???)Now I'm on the V-I, telling Moms about IslamShe called me a blasphemous fool,
