Rumble get ya dead and grumble get ya twitchin',
War itself up like nuke fission.
Pawnin', fetchin, some here come for life,
Jumped in the shower and the blood starts dumpin',
Worse than the streets it graphic how they humpin'.
And mokes like me from the mob got 5 to 9.

In for 5 to 9, some day may get a shivin'.
Scary threatnin' guys, save your bacon don't get ridden.
They abuse my kind, I need some time served credit.
Run a bluff, connive, it's crazy how you get it.

5 to 9, all nervous this commotion.
And you re-al-ize, you observe time in slow motion.
Don't you shake your head, the boss man's regime will do you in.
Can't spare no dime, these guys are out to sweat me.

5 to 9, they'll pet you then they'll bunt you.
It's better than life, as you scream and as they taunt you.
Ain't no bitch man's dame, tatters your watcha-call-it.
And these 'friends' for life are real funny how they want it.