[bad word]  [bad word] besthiphopnigga

Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness
I robbed my adversaries, but slipped and left a witness
Wonder if they'll catch me, or will this [bad word] snitch
Should I shoot his [bad word]  or make the [bad word] rich?
Don't [bad word] murder, but [bad word] they got me trapped
Hawkin while I'm walkin, and talkin behind my back
I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this [bad word] to win it
Cause life's a Wheel of, Fortune here's my chance to spin it

Once more you open the door 
And you're here in my heart 
And my heart will go on and on

Dear mama, these cops don't understand me
I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family
My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that
Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back
I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger
I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger
The brother in my cell, is 16 as well
It's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin [bad word] 
I shouldn'ta let him catch me
Instead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy
And my cellmate's raped on the norm
And passed around the dorm, you can hear his [bad word] gettin torn
They made me an animal
Can't sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals
The trick is to never lose hope
I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row

Once more you open the door 
And you're here in my heart 
And my heart will go on and on