Turn that shit off
Put that shit away
Ain't nobody trying to hear that shit
Yeah, my nigga just got with fifty lashes
Three strikes for his life he got no more passes
Went down for the light skin
with pretty lashes
Love at first sight
But Prison life
He ain't gonna last this
Problem is, he got kids
He sent them a package
Daddy loves you, be good
Do well in your classes
Happy B-day to his dark side
He fathered madness
Stop meddling with life, blacksmith
The mind in plastic
The things I see, oh, in my mind, they trouble me
Trouble
Passive, lashes, ashes, gone
Passive, lashes, ashes, gone
Passive, lashes, ashes, gone
Passive, lashes, ashes, gone