歌词
I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
When the jury heard what I'd done, guilty was the vote
When the judge gave me my sentence he read it to me cold
Whiskey on his breath, masturbating underneath his robe
Only twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
When I had the chance, I should have sold the devil my soul
Hell yeah I shot the sheriff, left his body full of holes
Now I'm twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
We all enter the world the same way
Naked and screaming, soaked in blood, but things change
Some are brought home to palaces, others to the projects
Some are born billionaires and some are born convicts
Momma said when life gives you lemons make lemonade
Take a piss in it and serve it to the people that you hate
My pops always said there's only two types my friend
Those with loaded guns and those who eat shit till they're dead
I miss both of them, one's gone, the other in prison
I hate both of them, the love dies and none are forgiven
I gave both of them enough time to show me their wisdom
I take both of them to hell with me, my soul is convicted
As I stand in front of Satan hoping for answers
Coped with my madness, I hold the chrome like a social advantage
Never hate your enemies, it affects your judgment
Keep them close, point blank range and render justice
I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
When the jury heard what I'd done, guilty was the vote
When the judge gave me my sentence he read it to me cold
Whiskey on his breath, masturbating underneath his robe
Only twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
When I had the chance, I should have sold the devil my soul
Hell yeah I shot the sheriff, left his body full of holes
Now I'm twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the defendant's story
Begins within a childhood of fear and misery
Age ten, witnessed his father murder his own mother
The guilt of her death lingers in his dreams when he slumbers
Even though he was a child he still felt responsible
Most of his adolescence in and out of mental hospitals
Anti-social, anti-everything
Sucked into a system, pacified by prescribed medicines
With psychiatrists as father figures
His biological a scumbag sociopath locked in prison
He hated him with all his heart and so he never visited
Though the monster that his pops was also lived in him
Kill a person you're a murderer, thousands you're a terrorist
Everyone, you're the father of Jesus of Nazareth
Perception is reality, facts are negotiable
I'll clap the MAC off and put twenty-one holes in you
I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
When the jury heard what I'd done, guilty was the vote
When the judge gave me my sentence he read it to me cold
Whiskey on his breath, masturbating underneath his robe
Only twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
When I had the chance, I should have sold the devil my soul
Hell yeah I shot the sheriff, left his body full of holes
Now I'm twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
