Artist: D-Gotti Album: Street Sermon Song: I Don't Wanna Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Mayn, I don't ever wanna go back where I been Fuck the penitentiary, know I'm saying Trying to stay in this world nigga, believe It's going down out here [Chorus] And I don't ever wanna go where, I been It's hard on a nigga, when you locked in the pen Is it a trend, for my skin to do time I wanna be free but I gotta provide [D-Gotti] Dead to the world, can't see my baby girl Her mama say this jail shit played out, like a curl Done cut off on me, hit the freeway homie And I can't knock her, she only tired of being lonely So who am I fooling, when I'm calling her a bitch Trying to trick myself, when I really know I miss The correspondence, and money that she use to send me Engulfed by hate, so I'm suppressing true feelings Reacting with anger, masturbation with my fingers Thinking bout sexy hoes, I done rode like a razor Put my life in danger, squabbling hard on the tank Getting drunk on Saturdays, making moonshine drank [Chorus - 2x] [D-Gotti] Locked up, blood splattered on the wall Niggaz brawl, so hard not to be raw When you in the midst, of a system like this Niggaz mad at the world, cause they done been convicted Now how you gon' compromise, when a nigga why left em Fucking his best friend, and thinking bout the effort That he done spent, trying to make the bitch rich He done took the kids, and done vanished with the wind At night, you could hear saints carve on concrete And niggaz screaming, in the back but lil' me Shaking my head, thanking God it wasn't me But what you gon' do, two got your hands two got your feet [Chorus - 2x] [D-Gotti] Today's a new day, gates opened I'm released Made parole, not afford to see the bitch they made me But uh it's going down out here, boys ain't tripping They wood wheel gripping, and big body whipping And all I own is seven digits, from TDC Wanna catch up but if I mess up, them laws gon' hot me Now everybody's on cellular phones, no pagers Websites and computers, I'm surprised they ain't shooting lasers I'm fresh out of enslavement, full of lust and temptation Cause my daughter can't tell no one, she hungry and stomach aching I'll make it, oh Lord please bless me with a scheme Cause if it's through you, I know I won't go where I been [Chorus - 4x]