Trapped
Dakota Staton Lyrics

You know it's hard, out here in the streets
It's unfortunate that we have to live in these rough conditions.

A pity we gotta be in these streets
It's a shame that we have no other choice but to live in these harsh environments.

Haters, are everywhere
There are people out there who would rather see us fail than succeed.

Cause shit and with somethin' deeper than you and me
Some people hate us for reasons beyond our control.

It's hard, a cold, cold world
The world can be unforgiving and unkind.

Sometimes can't even trust ya own girl
Sometimes even the people closest to us can't be trusted.

Gotta stand here and face my fears
I have to be brave and confront my fears.

Ain't gonna shed no more tears
I'm not going to cry anymore.

I started younger than most, got turned out sellin' dope
I began selling drugs at a younger age than most people.

Skippin' school to fuck bitches, carryin' guns in my coat
I used to skip school to engage in promiscuous behavior and carry weapons with me at all times.

With dreams to sit on meal tickets, if I slang enough of this shit
I had dreams of earning enough money from selling drugs to live a luxurious lifestyle.

Become a boss and be a made man, impossible to hit
I aspired to become a powerful figure in the drug world who was untouchable.

Buy a mansion like Scarface, estate surrounded by gates
I wanted to live in a grand mansion like the character Tony Montana in the movie Scarface.

Cold killers on the payroll, 'case they come for the safe
I planned to hire dangerous people to protect my estate and money in case of a robbery.

Build a empire, they can't infiltrate
My goal was to create a drug empire that no one could take down.

We all aspire to be kings but we could end up bein' inmates
Everyone wants to be powerful and successful, but they could also end up in prison.

See it ain't all peaches and cream, take a look at the game
The drug world isn't as glamorous as people may think, just look at the reality of the situation.

Pour out some Hennessy and take a walk down memory lane
Let's reminisce about the past while drinking some Hennessy.

I lost so many homies
I have lost many friends to the violence and dangers of the drug world.

Chasin' this American dream for Cuban links and Lamborghinis
I was willing to do anything to achieve my idea of the American dream, such as owning expensive jewelry and cars.

Talkin' ballin' supreme, look in my eyes
I wanted to be a successful and wealthy drug dealer, just look at the determination in my eyes.

And you can see the pain I'm feelin' inside, look in the sky
You can see the emotional pain I am going through just by gazing into my eyes or looking up into the sky.

And ask the Lord to be my strength and my guide, and wonder why?
I ask God for guidance and strength but wonder why I must go through this ordeal.

He put us here, because the ghetto is hell, we hypnotized
God placed us in these horrible conditions, and we can't seem to escape them.

It's like the Devil got us under a spell, under a spell..
It feels like we are under the possession of the Devil and cannot seem to break free.

Trapped..
I am stuck in a situation I cannot escape from.

In this ghetto prison and I'm always
I am trapped in a harsh environment that feels like a prison.

Strapped..
I am constantly armed with weapons.

People are acting crazy and I can't
People are behaving erratically and I can't keep up.

Relax..
I can never let my guard down.

I ain't gon' stress it anymore I won't shed no tears
I'm not going to worry about this anymore and won't cry over it.

For half my life cats been tryin' to have my life
For half of my life, people have been trying to take my life.

I been, blasted twice by jealous bastards right
I have been shot twice by envious people.

And I done banked more cats than niggaz done wrote raps
I have made more money than most rappers through drug dealing.

Done balled off dope sacks
I have spent money on lavish things obtained through drug money.

Fell off and came back
I lost my power and money due to drugs but regained it later.

I done knocked on niggaz' doors with straps
I have gone to other people's houses armed with weapons.

Split they wigs with lumberjacks
I have attacked people with large, blunt objects.

Beat they ass with baseball bats
I have also beaten people with baseball bats.

Nigga how real is that?
Do you see how intense and dangerous my lifestyle is?

I done seen a lotta sick ass shit
I have seen many disturbing things in this lifestyle.

Quit fuckin' wit' some of my niggaz 'cause they did a lot of trick ass shit
I stopped associating with some of my friends because they did too many dishonest things.

And all my best friend been gone for ten with no release, stay..
My closest friend has been in prison for ten years with no chance of release, it's very difficult for me to handle.

Caged like an animal 23 hours a day
My friend is locked up in a small cell for 23 hours per day like an animal in captivity.

They hit us up with secret indicments and three strikers
The law is targeting us with secret charges and three strikes law.

They send us everywhere from Pelican Bay to Rikers
They send us to prisons all over the country, from Pelican Bay to Rikers Island.

I got, scars and stripes been scarred for life
I have scars and memories that will never go away.

Almost, lost my life fuckin' with faulters twice
I almost died two times by trusting the wrong people.

Who can you trust? When ya best friend'll cross you up
It's tough to trust anyone when even your closest friends can betray you.

And turn state's evidence for the deal that he cut
They may even turn state and betray you for a more favorable deal.

We used to stab out in my Chevy Impala, wit' no brakes
We used to drive around in a Chevy Impala with faulty brakes.

The whole crew packin' tre-five-sevens, and thirty-eights, like Doc Holiday
Our group was armed with guns such as the Colt M357 and M38, like the character Doc Holliday from Tombstone.

Bailin' from the Fifty, and barely got away
We were running away from the police and narrowly escaped.

Baby G's... High speedin', sippin on Tanqueray
Young gangsters were speeding and drinking Tanqueray Gin.

Tryin'a take the pain away, 'cause we all in poverty
We were trying to numb our emotional distress because we were all poor.

And ain't no way out but bank robberies or the lottery
We can see no other way out of poverty aside from robbing banks or winning the lottery.

I roam the block, swallowin' D, strapped with the ride low, (?)
I roam the block carrying drugs and weapons while driving a lowered car.

Whatever it takes, to get the Expos and Tahoes
I will do whatever it takes to obtain expensive cars such as the Chevy Tahoe and Pontiac Trans Sport.

And only God knows, what they gon' hit us with next
Only God knows what type of charges or punishments we will face in the future.

They tryin'a scare us off the set, cuttin' off welfare checks
They are trying to scare us and push us out of our neighborhoods while also cutting off our welfare benefits.

And tearin' down the projects, where niggaz grew up as Gs
They are also demolishing our neighborhoods where people grew up as gangsters.

And three strikes'll get ya life, in the land of the free
The three strikes law can result in a life sentence in a country that claims to be the land of the free.

I often pray for paradise, for all my niggaz and me
I frequently pray for a better life for myself and my friends.

We came a long way, we all seeds from a strong tree
We have all come from a strong lineage and have accomplished much in our lives.

But took the wrong way, the life of drug dealin' and crime
Unfortunately, we went down the wrong path of drug dealing and criminal activities.

Niggaz' drugs spillin' and killin' with nines, killin' our kind
Our people are getting hurt and killed by drugs and guns that we sell.