aight, my brother A-C-E wrote this a couple months ago, b4 he got shot... and i started workin b4 he died, then i kinda got sidetracked and decided ta finish it... its bout tha 3 years we spent in prison for assault and drug posession... lets go
http://rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=198625
http://rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=199874
16 Bars
(Intro A-C-E)
Yeah niggaz!
3 years o life wasted,
locked up!
A-C-E
Fo life niggaz,
Fuck the po’s
Fuck tha pen,
Fuck y’all niggaz…
Styles P, Ta2_Tears
Blood, even behind bars
(Verse 1 Styles P)
Locked up, they won't let me out
And I had a long day in court, shit stress me out
Won't give me a bill, they can't get me out
Now I'm heading to the counter and, gotta do a bit here
I used to live in lugubrious, I don't want to live here
The walls is gray, the clothes is orange
The phones is broke and the food is garbage
A lotta niggaz is living with these circumstances
S.P.'s insane I still work ya mans'
Drug money to rap money, work ya Benz's
Niggaz ran and told them I should've work the cans'
Got popped for a murder attempt
Knock me on D-block, when I was burning the hemp
Had a brick and a stash hope they don't take me 'em to a versa extend
Locked up and they won't let me out
When I hit my cellblock niggaz will know to dread me out,
(chorus A-C-E then Ta2_Tears)
16 bars, 16 bars,
On the road to the pen alone,
16 bars, 16 bars,
This is the new place that I call home
(verse 2 A-C-E)
Locked up they wont let me out,
And I had a long day in court, shit stress me out,
I sit in my cell as my sweat seep out,
Livin this black hell, wonderin if they gon get me out,
One question in mind, why’d they arrest me now?
I neva thought the cops would eva fig me out,
Now I’m in here wit rusty spoons tryin to dig me out,
It smells of sweat and rotten sheets,
Been here so long, almost forgotten the streets,
Forgotten my beats, Wit
No mo’ guncotton or heats,
Nigga
Locked on cellblock D, wit murderers and rapists,
Niggaz aint very friendly, man I gotz ta escape this,
I hate this,
Up for arson, for assault, aggression
Armed robbery, and gun possession,
If they put me on tha stand, im not confessin,
Court givin my mind oppression,
It’s depressin,
I know I’m not innocent, but I hope I’m not guilty,
Racism, they thinking I’m dirty, that I’m filthy,
All cause I’m black,
Déjà-vu, looks like KKK is back,
(chorus A-C-E then Ta2_Tears)
16 bars, 16 bars,
On the road to the pen alone,
16 bars, 16 bars,
This is the new place that I call home
(verse 3 Ta2_tears)
As I sit in my prison, imprisoned,
I see visions of my old free life,
My intuition was right,
Reminisce on my old life decisions,
Reminded by the scars and incisions,
Now I have bars as divisions,
between me and my exemption,
Trying to find a source of redemption,
I lost all sense of colour, all I see now is orange and grey,
Trying to appreciate the pathetic life I lead, day by day,
I’m here fo’ three mo’ years but still I show no remorse or compunction,
On tha streets, my gat was tha source fo’ niggaz dysfunction,
Plan malfunction, now I cant function,
I have a conjunction on my hands,
Now bearin chains, consumed by the power of fate,
Now doomed with the power of hate,
Livin with strange, deranged muthafuckas like Hannibal,
Exchange, arrange ideas ta pop the cannibals,
Behind bars, caged like an animal,
Enraged, raging like animal,
Now I’m here till I’m old and aged,
All cuz I engaged, waged,
In the daily struggle, In the daily juggle,
Livin in tha urban jungle, niggaz,
Growin up,
I was told, goin to the pen was the only way to be a man,
Now dat I’m grown up,
I’m tryin to get out, any way that I can,
When you get locked up, there no paper to write your rhymes,
No bitches ta knock up, ya gotz ta read books ta pass the time
This place is depressing,
My life repressing, with
16 bars in front of me, a toilet in the corner,
Up in hurr, its black house, whities is foreigners,
I’m secluded, excluded from the rest of society,
Niggaz hate bein denuded, brooded with castration anxiety,
My notoriety, impropriety being transformed to propriety,
Security and camera’s eyen me, cell mate’s tryin me,
Fuck that shit, damn I had enough,
I’m getting tha hell outta here, even if I gots ta play rough,
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