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(You are now listening to Young Chencs) (Oi, is that Frenchy?) (Ghosty) Someone got showered with bullets, setting up tents again You ever had to pass that tape, praying it ain't your friend? And if it is, that song is in pain, this shit ain't a game Who's going to break the news to the family? And who's gonna explain? Who's going to tell them it's over nothing? Came from the mud, got stuck in Every other day it's something I wonder who's gonna break the cycle Who's got time to? It's pain when a man just like you tries you We ain't really rivals, but the way shit set out, it's peak, can't get out Little man smoking the cali, he thinks it's fine Deep down he's stressed out And if something don't get stretched out Then he's labelled a let down Whole gang's upset now and we ain't tryna lay down so we just get down Stuck on an M now, three weeks on a postal still ain't sent out He should've known, hope that he's coming home In the meantime, set up a drone In the sim, weed on the phone Jailhouse getting boring, touring, tired of the cellmate snoring Calling the roads but the roads ignore him Till the tears start pouring Tears of anger, shoulda watched for the camera Judge just told you stand up, it could be thirty years of bang up Just got the verdict, talking for banter, calling your girl and she's crying and hangs up Yo Get back on the wing and the mood's all changed I guess you never knew about pain but now you do and you're going insane Thinking it can't be, life is a game, what a shame And if he got free he'd probably come out and do it again Can't blame him, streets he was raised in taught him that's all he's there to do Woulda been [?] football player, but he went and took the sprayer He's reading a book for prayers Found out that there's something greater He's feeling purer, I see by his aura I feel like he shoulda got a second chance Thinking 'bout the thirty, I guess it's harsh Mum's slowed down on the visits, they keep moving him further Still denying the murder, rather no visits, it's making it worser Jail like hell, he's getting [?], he's got no girl, he's got no help Big man jail, it's not like [?] But still give thanks, he's got his health