Loss souls give control of their man/ making plans in the game to follow their gameplan/ taking a penetentary chance while they dance their rituals in courtrooms/ baboons are what they call us/ ass out tail up/ fighting til we assed out in handcuffs with enough convictions to get four letters/ listening as we sing accapella in front the judge/ " do my birth given tan means im hungry for blood"and im guilty until proven innocent/ labeled a habitual offender with one conviction/ " they got me down bad" is the thug cry we all hear/ open flats and teirs/ filled with nothing but blacks with years/ crying invisible tears of hate/ court date four months away from the previous/ seeking Jesus to open the gates/ but not the golden ones/ some of yall know where im coming from/ crack sells the triple bail to my complection/ and give conviction coupons to the rest of them/ stressing sitiations got me stressed out and impatient of the outcome/ when will i come out again/ when will i touch a females skin/ if i take this to trial/ WILL I WIN?