You was manifested in an egg, developed in a womb,
Born out of a moon belly, first day of doom
Cryin’ out, like you wanna be put back in there,
Maybe later in an incubator for more care.
Alone, get to your home and your crib’s set
Put behind bars and you ain’t even live yet.
On through the playpens, when will this fate end?
Parents can’t make rent, money from the safe spent,
Gotcha’ building blocks out, making a house,
Mama with her cheese blocks setting traps for a mouse
You watchin’ her same lovin hands that absorb pain,
Kill your learning that life’s more than a board game.
Still better line up the cubes in your rubix right,
Piece the puzzle together, there’s holes in your views of life,
Only for sure thing is years, but you gotta fight.
Keep the wind to your right or hit the pen flying kites.
Living in a world no different from a cell (x4)
Walk up the rectangle steps, take a seat on the bus,
Backpack, pack that sack meal for your lunch.
Four cornered blackboard makes you act bored,
No use paying attention, now you facing suspension,
So it’s back on the block and they callin’ you square,
Try to get the label off but you’re glued to the cable box.
Closed caption, clothes and fashion, so attractive
As you lay on the box springs and old mattress.
Choices blocked off, childhood gone
Just future cubicles and retirement homes
But you can’t see it happening, live savagely,
Only thing you put passion in is Zig-Zag packaging.
Swallow oxycontins to find solace,
You need a fix so you hit some blockhead for his wallet,
But the gun jams and the cops come to take ya’,
And now the bullet ain’t the only thing that’s caught up in a chamber.
From a cellular phone, to a cell on a phone,
Or trapped in confession seeking blessings trying to atone.
With no more casual pounds with the hands on the clock,
Now locked in city block working Lucifer’s lot.
Down to box for success, is that truth or is it not?
In you room coping with stress,
Smoking Kools from out that box.
Shit ain’t cool, in detention, no flinching that shit ain’t school,
Cold sell for a quick sale, but April Fool?
Now your case is on the docket to face a box of your peers,
And them bars they trying to take you to
Won’t be nothing like Cheers,
Just years upon years, till your last box is near.
Without your participation incarceration ain’t clear.
If the plots you got are flagrant
It’s best that you leave em vacant,
Cause there’s cells in ya mind, that’ll free you everytime.
Even the tales thrown in these bars can’t be confined,
Just be patient, nothing in life is by design.
I recognize that sadness,
I’m seeing in your eyes.
You wonder if it’s love you feel,
I just comfort till time rolls by.