OG Kid Frost — Penitentiary

[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