The Story

Man, I balled the hardest dog, I was slinging big dope
Had money, women, ALL that shit man you know what I am saying, just everything
I had it all; at least I thought I did (You know what I'm sayin)
But now I'm locked up, and I've got these 3 strikes; I'm just thinking man...
I wish I could just get to know my kids

This is the story of a man I met on some time that I was doing
His message got me checking all of the choices I'd been choosing
And the methods I'd been using to keep on stepping when I'm moving
He looked at me said listen, look at me my life is ruined
I kept thinking 'It aint over yet'
'Keep stepping until you're dead
But curiosity it stopped me from speaking on what he said

So instead, I just listened because that was my position
This cat had a lot of wisdom and he'd be transferred soon to prison

"I'm a slave to institution"
He said as he was turning
"It's a sicknees there's no curing, and a tide that there's no turning
One of life's only excursions worse than death for any person
It's like an AIDS infected cursed one
De-flowering a virgin
Desires of a human used against him by the system
Becuase prison is big business, all designed to keep you losing

Then someone butted in and told him
"You knew what you were doing"
Then he got kind of pissed and hissed
"Of course yes I did!"
"But, was I talking to you?!"
"No, I was spitting at this kid"

So I was sitting there thinking 'Oh shit it's on now!'
But they talked it all out and things calmed back down

He said
"I'm talking because you are young and still have got a lot of life to live
Soak it up! Maybe you won't make the same mistakes that I did"
"So anyway, at any rate, before I was rudely interrupted, What's your name home-boy?"
I said
'What's up? My name is Dustin'

I know you gotta run these streets at night
Think about it every time that I turn out the light
In the crib with the kids feeling all alone
All I want to know
Tell me when you're coming back home

He said
"Cool so check it out Dust, I was living a dream, you know, a bad ass bitch, big things and bling blings
2 screens up in the headrest of my 2 grand Sub-ur-ban
Nothing but the best. you know, expanding when I'm pressed
Those rims with gold caps, picture it if you can see that

It seems Phat. But, I thought that I was slick
My clique was rolling thick and moving quick up in the mix
Tricks were hitting backflips just trying to get with this

But snitches with nervous twitches get vicious when living lifted"
'So what the cops didn't know?'
"Yeah they were hip don't get it twisted
On to me for a minute before my door got kicked in
It wen't 1... 2... 3... or 4 or more times
I had it all worked out
There wasn't nothing they would find
Rocks started sliding trying to take mine while I climb
And they kept on trying cause theyre blinded when I shine
Swine squeeling while I fly, they hit you low when living high
I'd live until I die but theyve turned life into a crime

Now my woman came and asked me when all of this would end...
I looked into her eyes and told her, "WHEN I MAKE A MILLION"

I know you gotta run these streets at night
I think about it every time that I turn out the light
In the crib with the kids feeling all alone
All I want to know
Tell me when you're coming back home

So I was getting it
Making a "G" at least a day, and it seemed like my goal wouldnt be so far away
More money, More problems
I guess that's what Bigg would say
Cause keeping classic habits happy always spurs a lot of hate
Full sails, on great lakes
Full plates and high stakes
So soon would be the date to take the heavy weight and lift it
Though the wind was in my favor; Thanks when the momentum shifted

I know you gotta run these streets at night
I think about it every time that I turn out the light
In the crib with the kids feeling all alone
All I want to know
Tell me when you're coming back home

You know I gotta run these streets at night
I'm out here getting money, gotta turn on the lights
I know you need love, can't be alone
I don't know when I'm coming back home

I don't know when I'm coming back home