Light’s out

Roaming the yard flashback travel the brain
Of those days when i was in the kitchen cooking up cane/
Cutting it down bagging up them 12 by 12
Crushing the block now i'm in a hold new world/
Wearing greens up greens down
Getting up in the middle of the night cause i hear that pound/
Look out the window all i see is a fence and a yard
No projects, no street not even a broad/
Them days is gone now the mental is playing a game
Showing me a movie of them days of fame/
How good it was, throw backs tims and all
Flossing, balling till i took that fall/
Look at me now free less build up pain
Half of the day it feels like i'm going in sane/
Being told when to shit, when to play, when to eat
Being watch by the c.o.'s while i'm trying to sleep/

Hook: light's out.... damn it's lock n time, lock down
What a life a crime, living in the belly of the beast
Day by day it's not the same i just want to get away/

Another day down, another day to come
Same bull shit going on up in the slums/
Living in a 6 by 6 12 inch cube
4 foot divider with them men in blue/
Screaming at you inmate give me your i.d.,
Caught you blowing in the bathroom now you brought a tire 3/
What i live i got to hide and dip to smoke
Cause i choose to hit the hood up fill it with cock/
Like scarface in the movie, or Fidel Castor
Nino Brown in new jack or the king of new York/
The hood supplier thought i was the king of the town
Feeling real untouchable till it went down/
That cold steel freezing up the wrist of my arms
Never thought my life style would bring me this harm/
Put me away so deep like i'm under the dirt
Took me away from my seeds left my family hurt/

Hook: light's out.... damn it's lock in time, lock down
What a life of crime, living in the belly of the beast
Day by day it's not the same i just want to get away/

Phase 3 of this here stress you out
Having patience waiting for that day to get out/
So you hitting up the yard putting in that work
Hard body like you on the strip flipping that work/
Putting the pin down writing out love to the peoples
Reminiscing of them days asking them to come see you/
Send a money order some close a 35 package
Hoping they write you back so you can get a laugh in/
Light's out, damn it's lock in time
Flashback hit the brain of those times on the grind/
They riding on mines, had the block locked with dimes
Doing it up now i'm lock down doing time/
Somewhere in the belly beast way up north
Away from the seeds family away from new York/
Living in the belly of the beast day by day
It's not the same i just want to get away/