where i am
It aint no fun and games
Having to deal with things
Like drugs and gangs
Being there
When your friend gets shot on twice
Going to jail
Having to rot the nights
No freedom
Fought for rights
Each day
Being on a roll and the dice
Having people you know
Die off one by one
Soon your alone
against every one
No food
On your third week
People got guns to your head
Having you scream for mercy
