way for me to live A young girl like me, raised up in a good family Way too young to endure such misery And every night I cry myself to sleep from all
fire? Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggas on welfare
Indian Chief's name was Spirit, made of fire and mystic And depicted in red, like sea of angels, and hieroglyphics Alcatraz zone, Al Capone, Chicago
back to my crib, kissed Matilda goodbye She started to cry, the sight brought tears to my eys The next day made my connection, check my directon My flight to Chicago
fuck [Lost Tribe] We got tha weed in tha tote, nigga wanna deed, here I dont Nigga bring tha B's for tha pump Tribe comin' clean like a bitch We gon hit yo town for