[Dialogue: Ken Strong & Mike Sanna]
In the case of Mr. Frost v. the state of California
Has the jury reached a verdict?
Yes your honor. The jury finds the defendant guilty as charge
Ain't nothing Veteranos up in here homie

[Verse 1: Kid Frost]
A young Chicano growing up, trying to be a good citizen
Lying to himself
And won't make his inner vibe, it's only keeping him down
His momma raised him good but he's still making a frown
But he should stop, make a change, make a smile
Or end up a dead juvenile in a gang fight
He buckles up his belt and then put's on his bandana
Tonight man, his clique his going to plan'a
I hit or a drive by on a arch rival
You know the name of the game, it's called survival
You said Justin would shoot your back
So if you mad dog me punk, man I'ma break your back
My mom thinks I'm at the high school play
Not knowing that some crews got some dues to pay
And ruling it in here, not in a century
Huevo let in a penitentiary

[Chorus: Kid Frost]
From a life of crime to a life of rhyme
Penitentiary
From a life of crime to a life of rhyme
[Verse 2: Kid Frost]
He was young street warrior headed for the grave
Today, they are brave, tomorrow they work brave
And then you got the ones that they mommas don't know
As soon as they walk out the door
It's gang-banging, talking street slanging
Hanging on the corner but don't know a thing
Blind hit slick back, saying I'm rowdy
Father in the soup, mother while driving an Audi
What do I think of this, I'd say brother
Another middle class white boy saw colors
Back to the story and shit was going down
*Gunshots* Was the sound
Four gun aces, two dead faces
Bury the punks in two-pack cases
All of sudden, yo it got colder
My arm was numb, I was breathing for my shoulder
My homie broke out and I was gazing at the stars
And the silence got louder from the cop cars
Aye yo man, I hope he doesn't mention me
And huevo it in, in a penitentiary

[Chorus: Kid Frost]
From a life of crime to a life of rhyme
Penitentiary
From a life of crime to a life of rhyme
[Verse 3: Kid Frost]
I'm in the hospital bed, half dead to my discovery
And only two days for the recovery
Tasks force wants me to surrender
Man fuck them, all they give me is a public defender
And he'll get me out in a year or two
Plea bargain and get murder too
And the district attorney, he was running for mayor
He didn't care, yo he was dying to burn me
But I don't care, I just stick to my story
I heard my last name and then guilty, send the jury

[Verse 4: Gangster Ridd]
The penitentiary, that's where you go
Half full of the hard heads that you know
What time, time feel ticking from the first run
I checked my mom before I get out of line
And another race, come and take it
I kill before they break it
Cause what goes on, you mind your business
And walk alone in the penitentiary

[Chorus: Kid Frost]
From a life of crime to a life of rhyme
Penitentiary (This is the mad house home boy)
From a life of crime to a life of rhyme
(You don't want to trip in here)
From a life of crime to a life of rhyme
(I saw that look in your face before)
From a life of crime to a life of rhyme
[Outro: Bobby Loco]
Don't do the crime (Don't do the crime)
If you can't do the time (If you can't do the time)
Don't do it
Don't go to the pen (Don't go to the pen)
With a prize on your head (With a prize on your head)
No, no, no, no, don't do it

This is the mad house home boy