Artist: Boondox Album: South of Hell Song: Nothing to Lose Typed by: AZ Lyrics Sittin' in my cell, this breakin' bar hell Dreamin' of the days of murder enlocked in Cartel Drive by's, date rapes, and weight like barbells I stuck my girls throat, stuffed it in the cart well Oh well, it's what I thought at the time Cause in my own mind it didn't seem like a crime It seemed to be fine all it was was good times Shoot a bitch snort a line at the drop of a dime Matter of fact the local mob was my first job It's kinda easy when your killin' to rob At least I wasn't sittin' home bein' a slob I got up off my ass and started climbin' to the top They color me a demon and I'm askin "How can I be?" I know I got a heart just lack of humanity But now my sanity is somethin' I ain't seen in a while Sittin' on death row, this is my Green Mile [Chorus X2] Locked up ain't where I wanna be Confined to my mind is like a prison to me Since birth had nothin' to choose I'm on the run with a gun with nothin' to lose Childhood is to blame, poverty stricken Add some defects to the mix and watch the plot thicken I was sick of bein' poor, sick of just livin' Sick of depression and this trailor park livin' That my mamma had me stuck in and where was my dad? I think that he forgot about the son that he had So the chances of survival were none to slim And my mamma keeps sayin' I remind her of him So went from just like my dad, then I'm goin' for broke Pulled the kick door, stabbed my neighbor in the throat I set off on my journey just to see what I could find Sittin' in my cell, this breakin' bar hell Dreamin' of the days of murder enlocked in Cartel Drive by's, date rapes, and weight like barbells I stuck my girls throat, stuffed it in the cart well Oh well, it's what I thought at the time Cause in my own mind it didn't seem like a crime It seemed to be fine all it was was good times Shoot a bitch snort a line at the drop of a dime Matter of fact the local mob was my first job It's kinda easy when your killin' to rob At least I wasn't sittin' home bein' a slob I got up off my ass and started climbin' to the top They color me a demon and I'm askin "How can I be?" I know I got a heart just lack of humanity But now my sanity is somethin' I ain't seen in a while Sittin' on death row, this is my Green Mile [Chorus X2] Locked up ain't where I wanna be Confined to my mind is like a prison to me Since birth had nothin' to choose I'm on the run with a gun with nothin' to lose Childhood is to blame, poverty stricken Add some defects to the mix and watch the plot thicken I was sick of bein' poor, sick of just livin' Sick of depression and this trailor park livin' That my mamma had me stuck in and where was my dad? I think that he forgot about the son that he had So the chances of survival were none to slim And my mamma keeps sayin' I remind her of him So went from just like my dad, then I'm goin' for broke Pulled the kick door, stabbed my neighbor in the throat I set off on my journey just to see what I could find I watched Scarface and knew the world was mine As far back as I recall I was fearless But now my death is near and it's clear that I fear this I know that Satan's waitin' and I ain't found heaven So I put my salvation in this chrome Mac11 [Chorus X2] Locked up ain't where I wanna be Confined to my mind is like a prison to me Since birth had nothin' to choose I'm on the run with a gun with nothin' to lose It's about that time, I hear 'em comin' down the line My cell door slides and I'm hopin' that it bind I gotta make my move, it's the needle of death About to shoot me in my veins till I take my last breath Cold sweat bubbles up I can't stop shakin' I gotta do somethin' keep thinkin' thinkin' thinkin' I'm gonna die either way, nothin' to lose I look him dead in the eye then I make my move Kick the guard in the sternum not a second to waste The strength of my adreneline caved his chest plate I hit the next guard in the face with my shackles Paint the walls dark red with blood and bone spackles Knocked the next one off the C block balcany I snatched his tazor gun, home free I'm about to be Made a run for the door I didn't look back I got shot in the back of my head and.... [Guards] What the fuck!?! Did you get him?? Back up!! Check his pulse!! Is he dead? Brandy, get over here we need some help!! What happened?? Just move!! C'mon, alright, backup!! Shit!! Son of a bitch!! He just...He just jumped up!! [Chorus X2] Locked up ain't where I wanna be Confined to my mind is like a prison to me Since birth had nothin' to choose I'm on the run with a gun with nothin' to lose