Been locked up for the last week and a half, they caught me selling grass trying to make that cash. Probation for a year, they keep trying to keep me in constant fear with all this talk of prison and federal corrections. Saving rations and and putting in this rap all my passion. Pissed at the world, 17, still a minor. Law on my ass, but now i learned to be slick, and how to keep low. Selling dope to the pot heads and crack to the phenes. Making green and careful how I spend it. Saving so I can help mama pay rent, smoking to vent. Trying to keep the dogs at school away from my duffle bag, my pants still sag. Love for none of these men driving the black and white. Trying to do what is right, but it's hard to live in this society where money is key and every thing has a fee. Thought I could just run from my problems. Insurance helps no more. Can't afford a new inhaler, repeated asthma attacks. I hate it but the truth these are the facts. Wish I can make like a tree and leave. Still felling the burn of the economic crash. Still feel like another piece of trash. I'm sorry but EVERYONE is about to feel my wrath!