Zach Rabbit
How Did I Get to This Point
[Verse 1]
Just left court
They said come back in a couple months
Fourth floor, on the bench, arms shackled to the wall
Contraband in my draws, [?] on the floor
[?] straight through a n***a heart
Waking up every day in a room full of bricks
And a toilet, and a sink that's attached to the floor
Walls closing in, now I'm trying to breathe slow
Can't help but to hate n***as walking out the door
Every time I go to court they push my shit further back
Trial never ending
Don't know how much time I'm gonna do
N***as get they ass whooped, coming from the courtroom, crying
Suck it up, bitch, I want to leave too
Whole family want to see me, n***a, what the fuck you mean?
Couple months ain't shit, hoe, I'm looking at some years
Agitatеd by my peers, cause I just seen my mama in the courtroom crying with a face full of tеars
So shut up
Bitch, I ain't looking at days, this is an extended stay
N***a, what did you say?
You crying 'bout three months?
That shit I wish I could say, mane

[Verse 2]
Got up out of jail, and the world ain't changed
Still to hard to find a job, n***as still didn't give a fuck
Trying to refrain from making me a stain, cause I just got out, but I got to make a buck
Mama mad that I'm in the streets making bread, cause a n***a facing problems she could never understand
I was thirteen, she was crying 'bout bills in her room, so I robbed n***as trying to be a man
Hanging on the street with the n***as selling drugs, but I rarely ever trapped, I was out on the jack
Every now and then I would push coke, but I felt bad that my customers was whipping it to crack
Smoke it all up, then they hit a n***a up, get the reup, next day, now I'm sold out
16, sitting in my mama house, in my room, looking out the window with a [?] out
Next day, went to school, came back home, and my mama found the pistol that was hidden in my bed
The P22 that I had wasn't much, but a bullet is a bullet, and it made n***as bed
[?] kid had beef with the n***as that was grown, so n***a made sure he had a tone
Especially since n***as get beat up, and want to shoot back cause the n***a can't handle his own
[Outro]
H- Hanging out the window, the shells bouncing back and forth on the ground while I be blasting
Bullets just hitting [?] bystanders
How did I get to this point? Mane, it's hard to imagine
Thinking 'bout my daughter
Every time that I hit me a stain
I kick in the door, hit the floor, cause these busters don't know how bad I need this money, mane
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