Woke up, Friday morning feelin' damn good Took a shower, got dressed, and rolled out to the neighborhood Had no idea what I was in for So I pulled over, I bought a forty at the liquor store Popped the top, commenced to start drinkin' And all of a sudden, I start thinkin' "Damn J-Dee, why did you roll down Florence?" I forgot, I had two warrants (Damn!) Yeah, but like a fool I kept drivin Until I ran a red light, and heard a motherfuckin' siren One time pulled my black ass over Put my hands behind my back and it was over I was arrested, because a warrant I wouldn't pay Headed for the county jail, downtown L.A. I got processed, put on my county blues And now I'm smokin' a hump, watchin' the news in the day room A fool jumped up and said, "What set you from?" I didn't say shit, I just bombed I beat his ass right down into the concrete Turned around and saw the doom squad's feet Yeah, the motherfuckin' deputies Tryin' to do the same thing that they did to Rodney King I stayed strong and kept my self-control That's why my black ass got tossed in the hole I'm doin' thirty days in the hole cause I dissed 'em That's how it is, gettin' lost in the system
Hey homey, you know the way out this motherfucker? I'm lost G Ay, how you, ay, where are we goin'?
Here I go, on a fucked up bus ride And yo I'm takin' a trip, to a place called Wayside It's on the back side, of Magic Mountain And ain't no rides no games no shows and ain't no water fountain Five, hundred acres of land Plenty niggaz, and you still your own man I stayed down, and ran into a few of my homies They told me, "Watch your back kid and go for self only" 'Cause I wasn't on the, same side they was on And like my nigga Cube said, "Once again it's on" (Yep!) 'Cause shit erupted on the compound A C-O dropped a pen, I picked it up and stayed straight down Until some devil tried to nut up, over the phone He got stuck and it was on Gone, to the hole again For shankin' the devil with my motherfuckin' ink pen Things gettin' kinda rough and disturbin' They takin' me to court for this motherfuckin' servin' Since I'm black and I'm supposed to be wrong The prosecution wasn't very long Start stackin' months on me like hotcakes And in the morning I was headed upstate For shankin' a fool who'll never be my brother The simple fact the motherfucker had the wrong skin color Yo, I told the judge, don't even try it He gave me a year for startin' a riot I told this old-ass fool, "Suck my dick! Givin' me a year for this shit!" Yo, He added on another year, 'cause I dissed him Now here I go gettin' lost in the system
Yo man I'm just tryin' to get up out this motherfucker man I'm lost aight? Which way, how you get back to South Central G?
I went from Chino West, Chino East, Folsum Soledad, even Tahatcha P-C-R-C San Quentin, and even Cochran Lost in the system, and I couldn't stop them Them motherfuckers kept tryin' to lose me And some faggot kept tryin' to choose me Stuffed the faggot and send them on his way kid You know why? 'Cause I don't play that fuckin' gay shit The final pen I was in, was called Blythe And that's where I damn near lost my life By some crazy devil with eyes full of hate The motherfucker got mad cause I had a release date Yo, this shit is crazy, it can happen to anyway Didn't pay a ticket, look how much time I done But it's alright cause I'm back on the streets Layin' down fly rhymes to these funky drum beats And yeah, the day I got out, man I was wishin' But I'm back on the streets, still lost in the system
I can do that shit over, no? 'Cause I, I was 'sposed to say Hey shit, yo I can freak that shit yo