Misunderstood

I remember the times I used to dedicate my life to the streets, and all I knew about was busting my heat every time my man's had drama I was running for beef

I was hard-headed never listen I was running the streets, I was on the Ave selling dime bags of weed when DTS try to knock me for making my cream. All I was trying to do is make ends meet until one day I had a dream I'll be up in a penitentiary.

Misunderstood by lawyers and judges and people of society I never really cared who give a f*** about me.

As long as i had my true dues who were down to ride with me.

Those who despite me got me locked in the cage like a gorilla frustrated full of rage shaking the cage, ready to break loose, and let off a AK and spray any mofo that gets in the way pays.

You know now this is judgment Day, now you want to go to church and you want to be saved, you watch my lonely tears go down the drain, you didn't even come for me through my growing pains. not even my own brother, the one I lay my life down under for my p.o. got me on the run like a chicken with its head.