Concrete Hell lyrics

Artist: 5th Ward Boyz
Album: Rated G
Title: Concrete Hell

[Intro]
This is for all ma motherf*cking n*ggas that's in the penitentiary
All the ma motherf*cking n*ggas that's on the row
All the ma motherf*cking n*ggas that trying to get muthaf*ckin bail
That ain't born with the muthaf*cking police
I ain't born in the muthaf*cking penitentiary coz a n*gga escaped
This for all them muthaf*cking n*ggas who on that muthaf*cking privacy union
All the real gh n*ggas on the Darington unioun
And real murdering age n*ggas on the coalfield union
All them n*ggas thats on death row, n*ggas stay up
Now peek what these muthaf*cking Fifth Ward Boyz coming from

Checkers on my feet as I creep thru a long line of drugdealaz and killaz
Thugz, riffers and hoodlums, og's and nooboots
Lookin at me mean wanting to point a finger
Thinking I'm comin behind these walls to be a winner
They got me f*cked up just because am black down and still a souldier
Ain't gonna be one till am much older
But these riffers got me caught up in a cross so I louse
Callin some big pink muthaf*cker bouts
Ain't that a b*tch [biatch] I never thought that sh*t would go this way
E-rock the stupid punk and 1995 slave
I fold ma nuts coz these fingers got me trippin daily
I made a shank just in case these foolz wanna fade me
This lifestyle ain't much different from the hood so
You can eat but pick the scars later on my throat
I seen a bunch of n*ggas comin here like heroes
I seen a bunch of n*ggas turned into some straight hoes
Am too strong for a suicide
I rather lay my timer like a jig unless they kill me
Third block fifteenth cell
Representing Fifth Ward, in this Concrete Hell
You know these homes got me canned in a cell
Never thought that I would be in jail for another n*gga, but now I am
And I can still hear the judge when he said 25
See ma mamma cry now am f*cked up inside
Am in the wrong place at the wrong time
Hoping it's a dream and I wake up at any time
Only 17 when I came in now am 24
Doing day for day I gots to do me 18 more
Collect calls keep me talking to ma son
Tell him daddy love him and I won't be gone for long
Talk to all ma hoez and ma b*tches and ma n*ggas
Tell em sis a peach you know a n*gga mission
Tryina maintain keep the strain out ma brain
Gotta box of game and a number for a name
342036 is ma id number
My head is f*cked up coz the prison took me under
A straight G looking up to the OG
Tryin to beat game like the Gs before me
And now am living life in a cell
Trying not to lose ma mind, in this Concrete Hell

I was sentenced to life without parole in a day
Am sitting in my 6 5 8 with ma focus on half way
The warden and the boss wants to show love n*gga
Aaron Hood n*gga wants to show love
But I came at ya, push ya, kiss a n*gga sh*t
Refresh the game around and let a n*gga turn me b*tch
So I grab the anger with a slanger n*ggas thought I was crazy
Mean mugging b*tch couldn't change the way I acts
Am falling yo am locked down harrased out
Push me over to the edge, losing blood when I passed out
The walls are closing in and am curling in a corner
Silent, ready to cause a riot in a dialect
A n*gga gets stuck in this b*tch
Keep him catching a chase coz a murderer never never heard of ya
Everybodys all for self, you can't do another n*ggas time
Watch the shank and read the shadow line
A n*gga was just denied by parole
So am down to do n*gga in the hole for sure
Flashbacks hit a n*gga well
320 stitches left but OG stranded in this Concrete Hell