Penitentiary - Kid Frost

Composed by：William Griffin/Arturo Molina Jr.

A young Chicano growing up trying to be a good citizen

Lying to himself

And won't make his inner

In vibe it's only keeping him down

His momma raised him good but he's still making a frown

But he should stop make a change make a smile

Or end up a dead juvenile in a gang fight

When vision

He buckles up his belt and then put's on his bandana

Tonight man his clique his going to plan'a

I hit or a drive by on a arch rival

You know the name of the game it's called survival

You said Justin would shoot your back

So if you mad dog me punk man I'ma break your back

My mom thinks I'm at the high school play

Not knowing that some crews got some dues to pay

And ruling it in here not in a century

Huevo let in a penitentiary

From a life of crime to a life of rhyme

Penitentiary

From a life of crime to a life of rhyme

He was young street warrior headed for the grave

Today they are brave tomorrow they work brave

And then you got the ones that they mommas don't know

As soon as they walk out the door

It's gang-banging talking street slanging

Hanging on the corner but don't know a thing

Blind hit slick back saying I'm rowdy

Father in the soup mother while driving an Audi

What do I think of this I'd say brother

Another middle class white boy saw colors

Back to the story and **** was going down

Was the sound

Four gun aces two dead faces

Bury the punks in two-pack cases

All of sudden yo it got colder

My arm was numb I was breathing for my shoulder

My homie broke out and I was gazing at the stars

And the silence got louder from the cop cars

Aye yo man I hope he doesn't mention me

And huevo it in in a penitentiary

From a life of crime to a life of rhyme

Penitentiary

From a life of crime to a life of rhyme

I'm in the hospital bed half dead to my discovery

And only two days for the recovery

Tasks force wants me to surrender

Man **** them all they give me is a public defender

And he'll get me out in a year or two

Plea bargain and get murder too

And the district attorney he was running for mayor

He didn't care yo he was dying to burn me

Burn me

But I don't care I just stick to my story

I heard my last name

And then guilty guilty send the jury

The penitentiary that's where you go

Half full of the hard heads that you know

What time time feel ticking from the first run

I checked my mom before I get out of line

And another race come and take it

I kill before they break it

'Cause what goes on you mind your business

And walk alone in the penitentiary

From a life of crime to a life of rhyme

Penitentiary this is the mad house home boy

From a life of crime to a life of rhyme

From a life of crime to a life of rhyme

From a life of crime to a life of rhyme

Come on come on

Don't do the crime don't do the crime

If you can't do the time

If you can't do the time

Don't do it

Don't go to the pen don't go to the pen

With a prize on your head

With a prize on your head

No no no no don't do it

This is the mad house home boy