Story Time 2 Video (MV)

Pt 2 the kid sitting inna cell
He Got people up in heaven but he it feel like he in hell
Said he allegedly the shooter so they hold em wit no bail
He aint think bout the outcome facing 25 in jail
Play it smart and before you do that mission gotta think
He thinking bout his brother see his face when he blink
Its not safe to take a shower so his clothes kinda stink
Bang his head on the ball and watch his blood in the sink
Overthinking going crazy tryna get it out his mind
Facing murder fighting 25 to life alotta time
Man his life was full of crime
Tryna think bout the good he only think bout the bad
Gotta son he gotta raise you know these children need a dad
Gotta tell him f*ck the streets son you could take a different path
And if a nigga ever try you he gon drench you like a bath
And his son only 6 but his dad up in jail
He break down in tears whenever he get a call or a mail
Whats gon happen to his son he dont wanna talk no more all the pain just leave him done
Whats gon happen to his child the streets is killing kids man this just getting wild
Headaches everyday he just waiting for his trial
Pray for better situations
He was on the news he got respect across the nation
But he still stressed tears and blood across the pavement
Son starting school he cant go to graduations
Jail calls inna morning moms disappointed
He said ma the dude that killed yo son Dead thats more important
But she said look at you you gotta son you locked up inna jail
He same damn ma you supposed to be the one to keep me well
Moms gave up and his pops wasnt there
Sent nothing to his books his baby moms not playing fair
Aint gon never find peace only love is from the streets
In a cell he learned to rhyme without a beat
And it was fun
He was bored hit the pushups do a 100 down to 1
Seen darkness long enough he just wanna see the sun
Baby moms being petty she wont let em see his son
And his brothers still banging out there living by the gun
Who to blame its only you inside
Sitting inna cell all alone he though bout suicide
Cus he wasn't happy his son just need his daddy
He had Nightmares bout his son picking up a ratty
But he prayed for the best but he expect the worst
Put his lawyer to the test he got trial on the first
Pray for God to keep em blessed but that nigga feeling cursed
Scars all around and everyday the shit just getting worst
Day of trial he feeling nervous God its in your hands
At the stand he just praying for a second chance
Saw the reaper as a judge he took a second glance
White judge black man he dont stand a chance
Sweating bullets biting fingers nigga shook
His Heart dropped when the judge gave a look
No turning back she done opened up her book
To be continued this a story without a hook