We're All Doing Time
They say I'm caught up in the mix fool I know them streets
I'm drinking "Four Lokos" deep while I roll them sweets
Fuck around and catch a hot one for simply change
I creep around with a shotgun feeling empty strange
I got my clock wound up waiting for the alarm
We jumping out on punk bitches causing bodily harm
I'm watching time slip away cuz we're all doing time
On our own little trip with no fucking rewind
My hate is blind, smoked out, and doing a line
"Grey Goose, Jungle Juice, and Corona with lime"
My life is blitz, feeling skitz, and I'm constantly faded
I got the paranoia trips of being blasted or raided
Fuck the police on the block and all the "Narc Undercovers"
The streets are filled with meth and rock
And chiva flows through the gutters
We living filthy doing dirty deeds and it's grimy
I plead not guilty to the streets and dip when laws try to find me
"So what's the four-one-one?" I keep my ears to the calle
In case the haters try to set us up "Pecos Task" on the Valle
"El tiempo nunca se cambia" the same fucking transas
Trying to make a dollar dodging prison taking chansas
Just a loko on the block I ain't the one who wrote the books
I be the one who illustrate my vision spittin' flows with crooks
Up in uh mothafucking system and I ain't talking prison
Cuz I'm talking bout the struggles in these tiempos that we're livin'
It's hard in this life where we all do time
Hold your cards play them right try not to lose your mind
Cuz it's hard in this life where we all do time
Hold your cards play them right try not to lose your mind
In the land of the "Super Max" States Of America
I take the time to shoot a track with a voice that's out of character
Spitting all these verses with a tone that's kind of triste
Got the homies in the pinta carnalitos no te awitén
Fuck parole and all the rules cuz it's hard to not go violate
Jente burning up the bowls and pupils start to dilate
A life living trapped trying to make an escape
Up in the mind like doing time passing tiempo awake
Cuz you ain't gotta be in jail to be kicking a sentence
Just trapped up in a ghetto hell committing crimes with no penance
I would rewind but I'm chained and restricted to time
And even then I doubt I'd find a way to clear up my mind
Because this life ain't really promised and I can't see ahead
It's hard to navigate my way into a present I dread
I try to keep my life in focus but my vision gets blurred
I drink a fifth and hocus pocus now I fly like a bird
Off in my mind of insanity I'm crossed with confusion
If youth in life is just a vanity then time's a delusion
A heavy weight's up on my shoulders and I'm struggling to lift it
I give up thanks to my soldiers having faith that I'm gifted
I got my mind made up and I'm sure that death will arrive
But in between now and then I'll hustle deep to survive
So that's the life of a felon "New Mex" street hustle um
The world in one hand with all my problems while I juggle um
"Hypnotizeyes" on the fucking track let um know
"Ese 40'z" signing off spitting off a ghetto flow
It's hard in this life where we all do time
Hold your cards play them right try not to lose your mind
Cuz it's hard in this life where we all do time
Hold your cards play them right try not to lose your mind
I'm drinking "Four Lokos" deep while I roll them sweets
Fuck around and catch a hot one for simply change
I creep around with a shotgun feeling empty strange
I got my clock wound up waiting for the alarm
We jumping out on punk bitches causing bodily harm
I'm watching time slip away cuz we're all doing time
On our own little trip with no fucking rewind
My hate is blind, smoked out, and doing a line
"Grey Goose, Jungle Juice, and Corona with lime"
My life is blitz, feeling skitz, and I'm constantly faded
I got the paranoia trips of being blasted or raided
Fuck the police on the block and all the "Narc Undercovers"
The streets are filled with meth and rock
And chiva flows through the gutters
We living filthy doing dirty deeds and it's grimy
I plead not guilty to the streets and dip when laws try to find me
"So what's the four-one-one?" I keep my ears to the calle
In case the haters try to set us up "Pecos Task" on the Valle
"El tiempo nunca se cambia" the same fucking transas
Trying to make a dollar dodging prison taking chansas
Just a loko on the block I ain't the one who wrote the books
I be the one who illustrate my vision spittin' flows with crooks
Up in uh mothafucking system and I ain't talking prison
Cuz I'm talking bout the struggles in these tiempos that we're livin'
It's hard in this life where we all do time
Hold your cards play them right try not to lose your mind
Cuz it's hard in this life where we all do time
Hold your cards play them right try not to lose your mind
In the land of the "Super Max" States Of America
I take the time to shoot a track with a voice that's out of character
Spitting all these verses with a tone that's kind of triste
Got the homies in the pinta carnalitos no te awitén
Fuck parole and all the rules cuz it's hard to not go violate
Jente burning up the bowls and pupils start to dilate
A life living trapped trying to make an escape
Up in the mind like doing time passing tiempo awake
Cuz you ain't gotta be in jail to be kicking a sentence
Just trapped up in a ghetto hell committing crimes with no penance
I would rewind but I'm chained and restricted to time
And even then I doubt I'd find a way to clear up my mind
Because this life ain't really promised and I can't see ahead
It's hard to navigate my way into a present I dread
I try to keep my life in focus but my vision gets blurred
I drink a fifth and hocus pocus now I fly like a bird
Off in my mind of insanity I'm crossed with confusion
If youth in life is just a vanity then time's a delusion
A heavy weight's up on my shoulders and I'm struggling to lift it
I give up thanks to my soldiers having faith that I'm gifted
I got my mind made up and I'm sure that death will arrive
But in between now and then I'll hustle deep to survive
So that's the life of a felon "New Mex" street hustle um
The world in one hand with all my problems while I juggle um
"Hypnotizeyes" on the fucking track let um know
"Ese 40'z" signing off spitting off a ghetto flow
It's hard in this life where we all do time
Hold your cards play them right try not to lose your mind
Cuz it's hard in this life where we all do time
Hold your cards play them right try not to lose your mind
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Writer(s): Francisco Dutchover
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