 I got no soul, life in prison, no parole, no control, dude I got my number on a wiretap, cause I jacked for civil act, for Cadillac, so fine, one motive, no hope, cause every sidewalk I walk is like a tightrope, yes I know my deadline sire, where my life requires, I'm setting things aside under the barbed wire, the mother of my child, a loser mind, and my grave, it's