Beanie Sigel: What Your Life Like, Pt. 2

C'mon, let's try this Guru
When I was five years old, I realized it was a road
But at the end, I ain't seen lots of pots of gold
I seen a long cell block, the box, the hold
Six hundred fenced in, some innocent, some rotten souls
Some men with men, stop it, whoa
I ain't runnin' up in shit but a broad on her back
Tryin' to cop a small hammer, move out like Shawshank
With redemptions, I got my mind on revenges
They tryin' to kill me at the same time keep me alive
I'm movin' out like Adebisi on Oz
With my skully on tilt, two whacks in my palm
Posted up in the yard, everyday I think of pokin' the guard
Throw a crack, a nigga turnin' me in
Tryin' to crack a nigga turnin' me thin
Food soakin' in lard, news fools get opened in cards
With in this prison life, what you livin' like?
Can you tell me what you live like?
Can you tell me what that bed like
What's that cell like?
What's livin' in hell like? Tell me do you eat right?
Do you even sleep right?
Yo, tell me what your life like
Tell me do you sleep nights
Tell me what that life like?
Gettin' no kites like, no flicks like
Make you wanna quit life
Them four letters is a motherfucker
That's forever like a motherfucker
Without a letter from a motherfucker
It ain't even 'bout the cheddar from a motherfucker
Write a kite, some flicks from a motherfucker
Some drawers, some socks, some kicks from a motherfucker
I can't believe I'm doin' this bid for you motherfuckers
I'm down for another joker case
I was dealt this hand, and I'ma play it with my poker face
On the block ready to poke a face
I got an L goin' around with a smokin' case
You steal the deoderant out of CVS
You locked for retail theft
I got it body half a block stolen DT vest
My rap sheet read three D abreast
Dangerous, duct tape daughters
I take to the street
Like a duck take to water
Get your duck game in