Life In Bondage - Koopsta Knicca

I heard about this story of this lady’s bound in bed

Oh Lord I’m just a kid inside my head, I meditate in a cell

Won’t you come on in, let 'em die tonight

Tonight I know it (?) some (?)

But she (?) 'bout that million (?)

And man why I be constantly one of that (?)

And that’s not last … mother …

(?) out to bedroom (?) so many bruise

(?) 5−0 … gets my favorite shoes

(?) when my oldest brother (?) my draws

Cracks in the walls when we walk the family (?)

So tell me what’s gon' happen next, they say I’m stressed

Puttin' tape across my chest is just a process of a lunatic

Called up, wait up, hold up, I’m tired of runnin'

Nigga I’m young, man something’s wrong

Her life in bondage got me wonderin'

Come on in, let me take you on a ride

(?) ain’t no (?) please excuse me for my (?)

But some wrong with this (?) gettin' thick …

Hearin' stepdad pimpin' … mean it

But what about his kids, it was always

(?) he was seein' that Jesus

Come in, come in, come in, want to give the attest

So Lord you got the paranoid so now I’m wonderin'

Should have called the feds

There goes another nigga file ahead

Reminiscin' on a (?) that he said

Now my mom finna go to the med yeah

Sweatin' by the minute, by the sec-sec-sec

I’m stressless sweatin'

Knowin' that she’s in critical condition, things can (?)

Protect my mom, please prote-e-ect my mo-o-other

Cause Koop don’t wanna go and live in the g-g-gutter

My little sister, little brother;

so little they know

Look how I’ma tell 'em that their love is never comin' home?

I’m alone and they what’s wrong with us

Mother walk right through the door

The Koopsta could die (?)