used to sleeping and little cubicles I'm used to only driving stolen vehicles I'm used to all these different kind of meals I'm used to eating only cup of noodles I'm used to all these different types of laws n shit I must still be equipped with prison politics forgive me if you get uncomfortable I'm trying to explain to you how we're from different worlds we suffer from the same kind of problems we just got different type of ways to try to solve them my kind of ways are more in the violent side i alreadt payed my dues watching my mother cry, sitting in the court room locking eyes, i could read the disappointment righr off her mind I can only imagine what she feels inside I want fighting the devil getting high I already went this far may as well enjoy the ride you only live once and then you die you see doso you see the similarities we both got emotional roots digging deep ima slit ny throat kets they lyrics bleeds