Let me take a minute to introduce myself,
my name is ****** and I do rap well.
And I'll tell you right now you can erase all doubt
'cause in this rap it's only facts coming out my mouth.
Let's start with the basics:
I prefer my rap beats like I prefer my women,
which means I'll take 'em stripped down first thing in the morning.
There's something in me that longs to break the law
that makes me wanna flip off every mother fucking cop.
It's in my blood, I'm not trying to say it's my father's fault --
but that's for him to tell and not for me to spill,
suffice to say my father saw some people killed
and I'll just leave it at that
I learned real fast not to fuck with Dad, but where was I at?
OSU
Two years ago if you opened the door
to the place that I considered home away from home,
I shit you not, you'd convict six felons
'cause the amount of weed we had was considered selling.
But the crazy thing though was all the 'dro
was the personal amount that we'd all smoke.
So that was felony number 1, let's move on to 2
and it has to deal with marijuana on the move.
Yeah I got my connects, got a 1/2 ounce sack
for a hundred green backs, put it in a vacuum bag,
then I used the government to mail that shit
and it ended up in coffee with my cousin in Kansas.
You see it's not against the law until you get caught
and you'd probably guess that drugs would be my downfall
Nope.
An unlocked bike, with no chain to ride
in the middle of a fucking parking lot at night.
It's been left 2 weeks and my god damn feet
tell me let's not walk 7 days a week.
So I lift that bike and I get it repaired
and on the first day of Spring the fucking pigs are there.
It's fucking OSP, so what that means
are bitch-made mother fuckers that are packing heat.
Men with no honor -- never mind that the victim didn't wanna press charges, never mind that the school even gave me a pardon.
So on my court date, it was me vs. the state,
and my public defender was ten minutes late
the first time that we met. And I even dropped 400 bucks for that shit.
And that stupid dumb bitch didn't bother to mention
about deferment for a minor misdemeanor offences.
So the day I got sentenced we stood in front of the judge,
and she said plead guilty it's the best option for us.
And the judge said to her, right after the case:
"I bet you can't wait to get out of this place"
She said, "Yup it's my vacation this one's my last"
and they both looked at each other and just started to laugh.
That's why I hate the system, it's all fucked up
it's like their own a mission to lock you up.
It's so corrupt. I guess it's human nature to be greedy as fuck.
And if you make it out alive it's just pure luck.
'Cause how in the fuck can I mail weed?
And how in the fuck is my attorney,
costing me so much money?
Isn't it supposed to be for free?
I went to school of school loans,
I did my time though, and now I feel better.
And my public defender I hope she burns forever.
And that stupid fucking judge, I hope she burns with her.