Hard times. Iso, Iso Everyday when I wake I be thinking about where I have been So I hop in that whip and drive by the jail that I was in Murder L for the homie, that they ain't coming home, doing life in the pin So fucked up that he got taken away from the wife, and kids I find myself trynna get back in the good grace of the Lord But I'm hungry, broke and I'm lonely and I can't take anymore So I grab my hoodie, put the mask on and I head straight for the store Now I'm chackled and cuffed in the back of the truck in the base of the floor Snap out of it, I'm free, They're gone, not me, Who's wrong, who's innocent, who's guilty, got free Still