(Hook)
You say the streets won’t let you chill
But you best relax
Son keep it real if you want your freedoms kept intact
Why you cursing your time?
You could be blessing tracks
Expressing facts to uplift your people through finesse and tact (x2)

Verse #1
Couldn’t hack it with a ratchet no racket went clank
Took a hatchet gas can and book of matches to the bank
Tying to blaze the root of evil with the liquid from his tank
From the whip that he acquired car jacking via shank
Trying to prove to his niggas he’s more gangsta than they think
Then there’s more stripes to earn to solidify his rank
It’s a never ending cycle vicious circle
Your partners that the closest are most liable to hurt you
Work ethic is a virtue, patience procrastination
Don’t let those brothers irk you and focus on elevation
That’s what I told myself while venting and debating
Now it’s a jewel I drop for all of y’all that’s caged in
Biding time waiting for a chance to make it happen
Once you attain freedom flip your steez or you’ll go back in
Money isn’t oxygen watch how you spend your breath
Put a premium on life and deductible on death

(Hook)

Verse 2
You say the streets won’t let you chill? How they don’t control you
This ain’t a gangsta movie stand on your own two
Pen your own plot never let them mold you
Never to late to change the present to the old you
Life behind bars sounds like a living hell to me
Skipped court to get back and not a felony
That path you take is tainted by jealousy
And those friends with whom you did dirt will surely tell on thee
An extra sixty days trumps four years of paper
Especially when freedom equals beers and more capers
Can’t find a job can’t find a place to live
Beat the mother of your kid and now shes got no love to give
A sticky situation in need of a helping hand
What you need to do is look inside and formulate a plan
Instead of sitting back plotting on another scam
Until you calling cats collect for bail in another Jam