YeahKnow what I'm sayin' Premo'Tell these niggas about my life know what I meanIt's been a crazy, crazy journey for me, know what I meanI spend my days in a steel cageWhere brothers feel rageAnd get real with razor bladesin ill ways so when my cell closemy brain cells exposeand my pen excels to a part of hell frozeInside of me was tellin' me to stay outReality was tellin' me that if I find a way outI had to stay outPlans I had to lay outIn order to elevate from my identitymentally accelerateI seen a lot of men break downBeing an inmateNow I realize I couldn't make the same mistakesIt was real being concealed in steel gatesWhere brothers who feel hate against a another raceWhich only indicates a snake mentalityThese are my days of realityHook:The streets is a dirty gameMy heart's still home in the streetsIt's a damn shameThe streets is a dirty gamebut niggas stay strapped in the hoodIt's a damn shameThe streets is a dirty gameMy heart's still home in the streets they still callin'It's a damn shameThe streets is a dirty gamebut niggas stay strapped in the hoodIt's a damn shameThe streets is a dirty gameMy heart's still home in the streetsOften I think of my people the board denied they freedom, a mirageDisappearing before our eyesWe were born to strifeNow living in courts decideMissing their children we can feel it when our mommas cryWe was hustlin' but would the jury find me guilty?They seen us strugglin'Doing what we have to do to ease the sufferin'We know its wrong but so was havin' us freezin'Left the stove on wearing our sneakers until the soles are goneWe constantly holdin' on, being brokeAnd hopin our phone is our only escapeAnd when our favorite TV shows is on shots ringin' echo in the ear before the cops came kids was everywhereand women cryin niggas going to jailA mothers eyes fill with tears as she nearsRealizing he's surviving she exhales like Angela BassettI'm a poet amongst slums, crimes, and crack addictsHookI live a lonely existenceLately I've become a mathematicianAs I divide my friends with phony niggas I confide in GodAs for sins may he forgive 'emIf you have dreams they can be achieved never give upLook at me once a convicted felonOnce addicted to sellin'The substance which corrupted many men in my eraI stood in awe at the dope fiendsDrove by those caught in the coke gameSome proper some locked up some sold claimThe main team wanted the shineStreets so alive I felt the air breatheNot only did I misplace timeI could remember as an inmateAt midstate I stayed in the law librarySome chose to lift weight, fineAs if they content with they timeThey strip us at the visitLimit our educationRidicule us niggasmodern enslavementEven though I'm out of the cagesI'm the voice of the soldier in the yard with the banger