1998

1998
Take  me back
Yeah  yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

At the height of my career
I  was taken away
Facing  a case
All my enemies making them pay
Just  a grimy little nigga
Really bugging a city
Real Compton City G’s
I was buzzing in the city

All  good until a nigga
Shot my cousin
In the city
Felt like that if I go
Then I’m gonna take a couple with me
1998 I gave a high speed chase
They tried to pull me over
On 102nd and Grace

Yo they blurbed
And I skirted
Man’s law so perverted
A young black fugitive
I could have been murdered
Crash ran through the alley
Hit a fence
With all the flashing lights
I was out of sight
Hide in a ditch

It was pure instinct
It seemed to happen
In an instant
That’s when I heard a helicopter
Flying in the distance
I had one mission
And that was to escape prison
And they were only concerned
With trying to put me in the system
As if a black male doesn’t have
Enough against him
God, the universe everybody
Fucking with him
Pigs still searching
And I’m scared
Looking for body heat
Cause the cops took out the infrared
That’s when I got back up
On my feet and fled
Ain’t worked out in years
So I wasn’t prepared
To be running from the pigs
Hit a dip and slid
I’m outgunned so
I’m trying to outrun this bid

Yo taking the time
To clear my mind
Only reason I’m alive
Gotta be something divine
Could have had it good
But I ignored some of the signs
At the cross roads
A lost soul
Running through time

Yo taking the time
To clear my mind
Only reason I’m alive
Gotta be something divine
Could have had it good
But I ignored some of the signs
At the cross roads
A lost soul
Running through time

I was caught
And was taken to the county jail
Had cash but not
For that amount of bail
I told the processor
Put me where them Crips at
Hit the module
Niggas posted like a kick back
I’m just guessing
But they seem to be taking it well
But everybody in here is
Facing it well
I got three small kids
And one on the way
I’m asking God to protect them
At night when I pray

And my poor mama
Only brought her more drama
Since I was a child
We been caught up in this soap opera
Free lunch, welfare
Hardly no dollars

And them gangstas on the corner
Were our role models
For me a God
But not like a preacher, bishop or deacon
They probably dead before 18
Statistically speaking

But instead I’m on the yard
With my baby bro Pops in
It’s been a year back
Since niggas was pop locking

A few battles scars
In the hood rep
Then my little bro
Has followed in my footsteps
But everything is 20/20
When in hindsight

I press down and study
To keep my mind right
You my brain
All I knew before
Was how to bang
I made the confession
Now I’m Jihad obtained
Attempted to live clean
And now I’m on my team
Phonetic Arabic: “bis bila heera man eer aheen”
Translation: No limit to what we can obtain

Yo taking the time
To clear my mind
Only reason I’m alive
Gotta be something divine
Could have had it good
But I ignored some of the signs
At the cross roads
A lost soul
Running through time

Yo taking the time
To clear my mind
Only reason I’m alive
Gotta be something divine
Could have had it good
But I ignored some of the signs
At the cross roads
A lost soul
Running through time