Artist: Truck Album: Planet of the Apes, Vol. 1 Song: Prison Typed by: Cno Evil [Truck] It was around '98, I caught my first two to four Direct cell, man, fucking with the law Whoever think I be sitting in court, shit ain't funny Charge of cracks, and 20 dollars of marked money The D.A. and legal aid, work together I can't take that deal, no way, nigga, never They try to send me in the mountains, with that cold ass weather Freezing with a state green coat Washing my ass and clothes out, with cold Crest soap A place for an animal, yup, a human being, nope I still remember that day, first by the oaster Flipping on the rednecks, with the guns in the hoster The food's no good, the juice too bitter Put a flush on that pa, when you using the shitter And in the yard, somebody's gonna tired everyday Over the TV, phone, or something they had to say You living with the worse, nigga, grimey and foul Sneaky for poppin' the lock, and why you off the tile And you better watch the wolves when they come out for rap The first slick shit out they mouth, put 'em to check This is a no man's world, I got my heat feeling alone All them years for 40 dollars and a bus ride home Shit...