6x8

CHORUS:
C’mon yeah, c’mon it’s like that, It’s like that
No mirrors to look at in my 6x8
Surrounded by hard walls that can’t even break
My knuckles, my knuckles
They gone pay for mistakes
I want my life back now
But I know it’s too late
No mirror to look at in my 6x8
Surrounded by hard walls I can’t even break
My knuckles, my knuckles
They gone pay for mistakes
I want my life back now
But I know it’s too late

With my head to my knees
And the gavel they slamming down
Before the man in the gown
I knew what was going down

I had my life back once
But look how I took it for granted
I had my freedom and peace
But damn it for a moment I had it

An addict addicted to trouble
Dealing and smoking dope
And now I’m only dealing with
Noodles and a pack of smokes

I had the comfort of home
To pee where it’s quiet
Now I’m pissing in the prison
Surrounded by riots

CHORUS:
No mirror to look at in my 6x8
Surrounded by hard walls that can’t even break
My knuckles, my knuckles
They gone pay for mistakes
I want my life back now
But I know it’s too late

No mirror to look at in my 6x8
Surrounded by hard walls that can’t even break
My knuckles, my knuckles
They gone pay for mistakes
I want my life back now
But I know it’s too late

I stayed hungry
Every day they feeding you crap
But beggars can not be choosers
So I’m throwing it back

In line to take a fast shower
They only give you minutes
At home I swear
I used to take a half an hour

Tighty whities man
I don’t even wear these
Boxers, designer belts and
Pants hung to my knees

Had the comforts at home
Freedom and peace
But I’m in my 6x8
And don’t even know my release

CHORUS:
No mirror to look at in my 6x8
Surrounded by hard walls I can’t even break
My knuckles, my knuckles
They gone pay for mistakes
I want my life back now
But I know it’s too late
No mirror to look at in my 6x8
Surrounded by hard walls I can’t even break
My knuckles, my knuckles
They gone pay for mistakes
I want my life back now
But I know it’s too late

Couldn’t stay away from trouble
Or learn right from wrong
Should of listened to the words
Of another song

I was young and stupid
I spent some time in Juvie
In the big house now
Where I swore I would never would be

Wishing I was at work
And making all that bread
And listening to the speakers
Pumping in my head

Ain’t no beats up here
Some people rapping now
Sometimes I hear them shout
Get me the fuck out

CHORUS:
No mirror to look at in my 6x8
Surrounded by hard walls I can’t even break
My knuckles, my knuckles
They gone pay for mistakes
I want my life back now
But I know it’s too late
No mirror to look at in my 6x8
Surrounded by hard walls I can’t even break
My knuckles, my knuckles
They gone pay for mistakes
I want my life back now
But I know it’s too late