S.L.I.P. - K Rino

Y’all couldn’t tame me, so you stain me

You set me up, so if I blow up your fucking car, don’t blame me

From the city to the county to the state pen

To the middle ward with all of the great men

Charles Manson and et cetera

Malicious manipulated miraculous mass murderer

Hard luck was born around me

Social setbacks, financial depression mentally drowns me

I had a dream a cop tried to follow me

Pulled out a gun full of bullets and made him swallow three

Backup came, I shot a 50 in a clutch

Getting hit by 49, I must be losing my touch

Woke up sweating with the premonition

He’s a shark and my blade’s a hook, time to do some ho fishing

If I go to the White House, I’m willing to bet with no sweat

I could feel my motherfucking neck

Why work at Jack in the Box

When I can make a grand a day just by packing the rocks

Keep popping the shit you talk

I’ll drive a truck in that asshole quick, then parallel park

You developed these mean streets

Just to keep my black face on back of the green sheet

On Friday the 13th I rest myself

Cause I’m dropping motherfuckers on Thursday the 12th

That’s why I SLIP

S.L.I.P.

— Serving Life In Prison

S.L.I.P.

— Serving Life In Prison

S.L.I.P.

— Serving Life In Prison

S.L.I.P.

— Serving Life In Prison

Your Honor, we have substantial amounts of evidence against this man.

I think his ass deserves to die.

He brings shame and humiliation to this great,

great country we live in

I’m caught in a lifetime sentence, yeah prejudiced set-up

Even if I’m locked up I’ll never let up

I’m mentally scarred from the punishment

Society kept me in bondage for years now it’s done again

I dropped out in the tenth, never could go the length

Because the white education was never meant

Thought I was rough, now my reel I’m reading

Born with a bullet in my chest, trunk and bleeding

Nobody read me, my leader misled me

I straight up broke the damn hand that fed me

Cold killed a cop, knocked him out till his head split

Whooped him till he woke up and said, «Man I’m dead, shit»

When he come.

I’m a brass knuckle bricker bomb

Tricks in my mix getting chewed like a stick of gum

Going through ya chest like a raygun

Been the main target of a social conspiracy since day one

I ain’t calm yet, you jet when my palm sweats

Cannons and bullets, firing squads and bomb threats

Wrapped in a cell block, trapped in a jail lock

Sold rock, guns cocked, the mirrors in shell shock

Shit, got two kids, a son and a daughter

But my gal lost it so she replaced a restraining order

Living life with cops steady grabbing me

The biggest mistake my momma made was having me

Walking the path quick, South Park first round draft pick

Half sick, I’m hard as a math trick

Dangerous, a brother you don’t trust

The type to get a gun and just unload on a school bus

When I was ten they should have signed a document

Making me a permanent boy’s home occupant

They say vote for a prez who’s equipped

But why pick a captain if he can’t steer the damn ship

The whole moral of these little tales

Is to display that the unnecessary bullshit still prevails

And that’s wack life but you ain’t gotta listen

S.L.I.P.

— Serving Life In Prison