They got me trapped in jail and im just waiting for my bail Over here in this seclusion It seems as if life's a delusion. I be reminicin on the days i was free And i remember playin on the shore of the sea As i grew older i started hangin on the street And even though i was a really good seed. I had bad friends who'd sell all types of drugs And the thought of going home got me nuts Didnt want my mom to know i did all these drugs. With my homies I'd make lean in jugs Drinking and giving eachother hugs Life really pretty much got messed up Now the police found out and at that moment i thought i had let my mom down. So i fought the police trying to get free Got caught and thrown in the penitentiary. Now im just waiting to get free. Thinking of the pain i made my family feel. I would kneel thinking it wasn't a big deal and that once i got free Imma give the police a cap peel. It wasnt me who made the dough of the drugs it was my friends who were the real cucks. Thinking of all this i would remember mom saying a man is known by the company he keeps.Now i guess there's no need to weep so imma just go to sleep.