These Walls (Dirty MC Edit)

Hmmmmmmmm Well, well, well, well [Chorus] These walls are closin' in How long I'm supposed to grin I lost my will to win Forgive my sin, hmmmmmmmmmm These walls are closin' in How long I'm supposed to grin I lost my will to win Forgive my sin, hmmmmmmmmmm As darkness approaches And I'm fumbling through the blunt roaches Its looking hopeless, totally unfocused Stumbling onto the front porch Poasty with my closest associates We were so broke Though a couple of us had sold dope Still humble enough to be po' folk We coming up to be grown folk Ain't dumb enough to be slow poke Though the hours of death they grow close So we give our lives to the utmost, Plus Here's an extra point Visualize the gold post No we not eating duck roast But we live our lives to the utmost, Cause Those pressure points Are the corners we cut close Turn most civilized Yaggers to cutthroats And it's these men they send up state by truck load And hurl 'em in to the pin like buffalos I'm saying [Chorus] The game was sold, not told to me Heartache won't let go of me Games say that I'll live and lie But I'll trrrrryyyyy Every which way tell you the angles I done tossed and turned Hit and missed Pissed cause of that didn't amount to this Getting it ain't got a damn thing to do with keeping shit Working damn hard to get it Plans and not parting with it Life got a way of showing you shit you can't barely see Tough keeping close Setting sail through a sea of g's Something should this night I lay me down to sleep Wasn't happy with my f