I would want to be a recycled bottle

Locked up behind doors im lookin at the concrete floor
the tears start to pour as i visualize my girl on all fours
do your time dont let the time do you
you got a gun and a badge whatchagonnado
we all know this war is an attack against the poor
still smokin and rymin thinkin bout another victemless crime then
hows your mom and them still struggling through poverty
everyday of the week trying to keep milk in her babies cheek
daddies locked up week after week
incarceration instead of out getting an education
mental condition i think its a drug addiction locked down with this conviction still no restrictions
i work at ruby tuesday everday im on my knees to pray
let me say that i dont understand the words commin from yourlips
i got a tight grip on the book of understanding
i know that truth is fluid, without regulation
society got me by the neck, strangulation
let me breath and our babies teethe were crying and we dont tell lies close your eyes and look at your life from the inside
enjoy the ride no particular destination interpretation
the negative style is wild and crazy whatchayagonna tell your baby and your lady maybe one day things will change then your on the street begging for loose change