Missing Piece

This a place of some evil intentions, the codeine what they sipping

If you talk shit, they might put like 3 in ya fitted

Then they on the stand and they steady pleading the fifth 

When they in a cell, then they really seen they was tripping 

So they get down on they knees, and they plead for forgiveness 

Saying god gimme parole, free me from this prison 

He was just sinning in the, streets he was gripping 

On that 9, and he squeezing the trigger

So the system look at him and, say that he just a killer 

They ain’t seeing the picture of his life 

He ain’t know what he was eating for dinner every night

So he pouring up the lean and he mix it with the sprite

Plus the weed and the liquor 

Cuz that’s the only way that he know, how to feel any different

The only way he could cope, with all of these inhibitions

The only way to feel, like a piece isn’t missing