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I've been beaten and battered, been battered and bruised
I feel like a piece of toilet paper being reused
Deciding factor for the destiny that I choose

that i grew a bit older
I factor it all into focus
Sensory overload
I'm deadass seeing heat maps while my eyes is closed
Press my palms to head its gonna

pop a pill just to chill for this

This year, my aim is clear, I got the bars, no taking prisoners
No cell mates, no pen pals, just death row, serve you

spinning back, because nigga that's really what matter
Oh you thinking you hard huh, with the 9 millimeter, so fear is a factor
I pull out the 45 caliber

like, I got kids, I got a daughter and a son
So, you know, you gotta factor in your kids
You can't just all the way commit yourself to your cause

You

Bob Proctor: You write I am so happy and grateful now that
And you write it in the present tense (Ugh)

I lost my top, Go insane (Top)
I'm at the top

her

Wanna go far ambition key factor
Turn my dick to a meal, eat it up like a platter
The more shit I see, man, life get sadder
Broke bitch on my dick

gave, go live ya life in this cell or fall asleep in that grave/ some wise words from a bright young man no one believed in, the Unachieved Achiever bout

stature/ I live by the rules/ I die as a factor

Chorus: 2x
Went in skinny nigga bulked up on that weight pile/ 13 just a little nigga but feeling like I

soldiers deployed
Living in a cell life a livin hell in an outta jail all of dem years
Think about the way I slid fa u niggas an y'all neva slid fa me bring

to reconcile but that's in the past now
I'm closer to the ghosts from my past walking on eggshells
They're in my blood cells more than Excel
Now it's time

heart
I'm off guard, you're so far, so

Tell me what you need, I'm happy to provide
Take my name, take my number, take my cell phone line
Take my address,

the prison
But the prison is no longer inside of me
Many cell blocks still yet conquer
This is the picture I want you to try to see!
God and I are not in

the chit chat Free snatcha soul I can't wait til he get Back G Yon Too free them guttas out the cell fast

I know Gudda Gone shoot
Already done said It I

they rebuke this shit
Why cant they accept that I'm nice
Admit that I'm doin it
Watching me like teens on they're cell phones wen their tuning in
Looking

into my brain cells
Or possibly the other way around
And all I know is that I'm seeing sounds
And when I'm this Fd up I run this town
Or possibly like

A lot of numbers in my cell phone
I'm off it
Bunch of mentions
Getting well known
I got it
People watching
Texting tweeting
Duhon up next
So get

to make my pockets swell/ Tim  died while I rotted in a prison cell/ never got to see my vision I/ never got hear the sound/ lord I pray  he hear me now/ he

'm a ten out of nine, divine

Three cell phones and I'm still a big flexer
Nine years later, still ain't calling whoever
Real hermit shit so we ain't

a lot of hazards
So all the pain that I had gained from all these zone factors

I thought that she loved me
She put me in the friend zone
Don't gotta let

told me she doesn't kiss and tell
So I threw her down a wishing well to feed her to the fish in hell
c splinter cell put on this earth to double cross

a sweet with the dody in it 
Gucci fragrance to get the smell out 
Praying god mane I know you hear me
Free my niggas out the cell house
Yeah It's safe

shimmering, vibrant Divine Light filling my whole being
I am cleansing in this now moment
I am receiving a healing over every cell in my body
I am cleansed

and overthinking
I simply cannot be my own goddamn shrink
Honestly, fuck capitalism
I miss the good old days of one cell organisms
Do our feelings even factor into