Testi 21 - Ill Bill

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I turned 21 in prison, doing life without parole\nWhen the jury heard what I’d done, guilty was the vote\nWhen the judge gave me my sentence, he read it to me cold\nWhiskey on his breath, masturbating underneath his robe\nOnly 21 in prison, doing life without parole\nWhen I had the chance, I should’ve sold the devil my soul\nHell yeah, I shot the sheriff, left his body full of holes\nNow I’m 21 in prison, doing life without parole\n(Verse 1)\nWe all enter the world the same way\nNaked and screaming, soaked in blood but things change\nSome are brought home to palaces, others to the projects\nSome are born billionaires and some are born convicts\nMomma said when life gives you lemons make lemonade\nTake a piss in it and serve it to the people that you hate\nMy pops always said there’s only two types my friend\nThose with loaded guns and those who eat shit 'til they’re dead\nI miss both of them, one’s gone, the other in prison\nI hate both of them, the love dies and none of it given\nI gave both of them enough time to show me their wisdom\nI’ll take both of them to hell with me, my soul is convicted\nAs I stand in front of Satan hoping for answers\nCoping with madness, I hold the chrome like a social advantage\nNever hate your enemies, it affects your judgement\nKeep it close point blank range and render justice!\n(Chorus)\n(Verse 2)\nLadies and gentlemen of the jury\nThe defendant’s story begins within a childhood of fear and misery\nAge ten, witnessed his father murder his own mother\nThe guilt of her death lingers in his dreams when he slumbers\nEven though he was a child he still felt responsible\nMost of his adolescence in and out of mental hospitals\nAnti-social, anti-everything\nSucked into a system, pacified by prescribed medicine\nWith psychiatrists as father figures\nHis biological a scumbag sociopath locked in prison\nHe hated him with all his heart and so he never visited\nThough the monster that his father was also lived in him\nKill a person you’re a murderer, thousands you’re a terrorists\nEveryone, you’re the father of Jesus of Nazareth\nPerception is reality, facts are negotiable\nI’ll clap the Mac off and put twenty-one holes in you\n(Chorus)\nCoke, it costs money\nPlanes, they cost money\nThis yacht, it all costs money\nDo you think Kitty’s free? (What?!) huh?!\nKitty turn around (What?) turn around\nMister please put the gun down\n(gunshot)\nNow the next time that a plane goes down\nYou better be on it