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Sittin' in my cell, this breakin' bar hell.Dreamin' of the days of murder enlocked in Cartel.Drive by's, date rapes, and weight like barbells.I stuck my girls throat, stuffed it in the cart well,Oh well, it's what I thought at the time,Cause in my own mind it didn't seem like a crime.It seemed to be fine all it was was good times.Shoot a bitch snort a line at the drop of a dime.Matter of fact the local mob was my first jobIt's kinda easy when your killin' to rob.At least I wasn't sittin' home bein' a slobI got up off my ass and started climbin' to the top.They color me a demon and I'm askin "How can I be?"I know I got a heart just lack of humanity.But now my sanity is somethin' I ain't seen in a while.Sittin' on death row, this is my Green MileLocked up ain't where I wanna beConfined to my mind is like a prison to me.Since birth had nothin' to chooseI'm on the run with a gun with nothin' to lose.Childhood is to blame, poverty stricken.Add some defects to the mix and watch the plot thicken.I was sick of bein' poor, sick of just livin'Sick of depression and this trailor park livin'SongtexteThat my mamma had me stuck in and where was my dad?I think that he forgot about the son that he had.So the chances of survival were none to slimAnd my mamma keeps sayin' I remind her of him.So went from just like my dad, then I'm goin' for broke.Pulled the kick door, stabbed my neighbor in the throat.I set off on my journey just to see what I could find,Sittin' in my cell, this breakin' bar hell.Dreamin' of the days of murder enlocked in Cartel.Drive by's, date rapes, and weight like barbells.I stuck my girls throat, stuffed it in the cart well,Oh well, it's what I thought at the time,Cause in my own mind it didn't seem like a crime.It seemed to be fine all it was was good times.Shoot a bitch snort a line at the drop of a dime.Matter of fact the local mob was my first jobIt's kinda easy when your killin' to rob.At least I wasn't sittin' home bein' a slobI got up off my ass and started climbin' to the top.They color me a demon and I'm askin "How can I be?"I know I got a heart just lack of humanity.But now my sanity is somethin' I ain't seen in a while.Sittin' on death row, this is my Green Mile.Locked up ain't where I wanna beConfined to my mind is like a prison to me.Since birth had nothin' to chooseI'm on the run with a gun with nothin' to lose.Childhood is to blame, poverty stricken.Add some defects to the mix and watch the plot thicken.I was sick of bein' poor, sick of just livin'Sick of depression and this trailor park livin'That my mamma had me stuck in and where was my dad?I think that he forgot about the son that he had.So the chances of survival were none to slimAnd my mamma keeps sayin' I remind her of him.So went from just like my dad, then I'm goin' for broke.Pulled the kick door, stabbed my neighbor in the throat.I set off on my journey just to see what I could find,I watched Scarface and knew the world was mine.As far back as I recall I was fearless,But now my death is near and it's clear that I fear this.I know that Satan's waitin' and I ain't found heavenSo I put my salvation in this chrome Mac11.Locked up ain't where I wanna beConfined to my mind is like a prison to me.Since birth had nothin' to chooseI'm on the run with a gun with nothin' to lose.It's about that time, I hear 'em comin' down the line.My cell door slides and I'm hopin' that it bind.I gotta make my move, it's the needle of deathAbout to shoot me in my veins till I take my last breath.Cold sweat bubbles up I can't stop shakin'I gotta do somethin' keep thinkin' thinkin' thinkin'.I'm gonna die either way, nothin' to loseI look him dead in the eye then I make my move.Kick the guard in the sternum not a second to wasteThe strength of my adreneline caved his chest plate.I hit the next guard in the face with my shackles,Paint the walls dark red with blood and bone spackles.Knocked the next one off the C block balcany,I snatched his tazor gun, home free I'm about to be.Made a run for the door I didn't look backI got shot in the back of my head and...What the fuck!?! Did you get him?? Back up!! Check hispulse!! Is he dead? Brandy, get over here, we need somehelp!! What happened?? Just move!! C'mon, alright, backup!!Shit!! Son of a bitch!! He just... He just jumped up!!Locked up ain't where I wanna beConfined to my mind is like a prison to me.Since birth had nothin' to chooseI'm on the run with a gun with nothin' to lose. Aus Songtexte Mania