作词 : Vic Santoro 作曲 : Vic Santoro Jailhouse, I was fixing my approach Gotta shout the big homie, no name but he’s a coach Told me when you get out of this place, go and represent A yute like you makes it, yeah it’s different what it represents
This is the journal of a child soldier Couldn’t tell you how much times I really thought my life’s over Gotta tap into the spirits, I don’t write sober God really put a lot of weight on a man’s shoulder The burdens of a King Wanna challenge for the crown, gotta step into the ring I remember being young, shy, stepping to a ting But I never lost strength like I’m repping in the gym Kept believing in myself, that’s the secret to my growth When you’re happy, people hate. That’s the situ on the roads Feds were tryna make me break. I was sticking to the code And the blessings really came, now I’m fixed in my abode
Jailhouse, I was fixing my approach Gotta shout the big homie, no name but he’s a coach Told me when you get out of this place, go and represent A yute like you makes it, yeah it’s different what it represents
I studied the game Took my time and reviewed every bad decision I’ve made Like I could’ve kept it moving when they come for a raid But I thought it would be cool, they’ve jus come for a page Like the time I shouldn’t have gone to the dance, with this f-boy, I was tryna give him a chance But little did I know he harboured hate from the start Almost got himself killed, would’ve played on my heart Hold on wait, I meant play on my mind Ask around, I really moved a lot of weight on my line Running down my dreams, had to wait on my time I always knew that it would happen, they would hate on my shine
作词 : Vic Santoro 作曲 : Vic Santoro Jailhouse, I was fixing my approach Gotta shout the big homie, no name but he’s a coach Told me when you get out of this place, go and represent A yute like you makes it, yeah it’s different what it represents
This is the journal of a child soldier Couldn’t tell you how much times I really thought my life’s over Gotta tap into the spirits, I don’t write sober God really put a lot of weight on a man’s shoulder The burdens of a King Wanna challenge for the crown, gotta step into the ring I remember being young, shy, stepping to a ting But I never lost strength like I’m repping in the gym Kept believing in myself, that’s the secret to my growth When you’re happy, people hate. That’s the situ on the roads Feds were tryna make me break. I was sticking to the code And the blessings really came, now I’m fixed in my abode
Jailhouse, I was fixing my approach Gotta shout the big homie, no name but he’s a coach Told me when you get out of this place, go and represent A yute like you makes it, yeah it’s different what it represents
I studied the game Took my time and reviewed every bad decision I’ve made Like I could’ve kept it moving when they come for a raid But I thought it would be cool, they’ve jus come for a page Like the time I shouldn’t have gone to the dance, with this f-boy, I was tryna give him a chance But little did I know he harboured hate from the start Almost got himself killed, would’ve played on my heart Hold on wait, I meant play on my mind Ask around, I really moved a lot of weight on my line Running down my dreams, had to wait on my time I always knew that it would happen, they would hate on my shine
