TyWiz - Light's out lyrics

Roaming the yard flashback travel the brain Of those days when i was in the kitchen cooking up cane/ Cutting it down bagging up them 12 by 12 Crushing the block now i'm in a hold new world/ Wearing greens up greens down Getting up in the middle of the night cause i hear that pound/ Look out the window all i see is a fence and a yard No projects, no street not even a broad/ Them days is gone now the mental is playing a game Showing me a movie of them days of fame/ How good it was, throw backs tims and all Flossing, balling till i took that fall/ Look at me now free less build up pain Half of the day it feels like i'm going in sane/ Being told when to sh**, when to play, when to eat Being watch by the c.o.'s while i'm trying to sleep/ Hook: light's out.... damn it's lock n time, lock down What a life a crime, living in the belly of the beast Day by day it's not the same i just want to get away/ Another day down, another day to come Same bull sh** going on up in the slums/ Living in a 6 by 6 12 inch cube 4 foot divider with them men in blue/ Screaming at you inmate give me your i.d., Caught you blowing in the bathroom now you brought a tire 3/ What i live i got to hide and dip to smoke Cause i choose to hit the hood up fill it with co*k/ Like scarface in the movie, or Fidel Castor Nino Brown in new jack or the king of new York/ The hood supplier thought i was the king of the town Feeling real untouchable till it went down/ That cold steel freezing up the wrist of my arms Never thought my life style would bring me this harm/ Put me away so deep like i'm under the dirt Took me away from my seeds left my family hurt/ Hook: light's out.... damn it's lock in time, lock down What a life of crime, living in the belly of the beast Day by day it's not the same i just want to get away/ Phase 3 of this here stress you out Having patience waiting for that day to get out/ So you hitting up the yard putting in that work Hard body like you on the strip flipping that work/ Putting the pin down writing out love to the peoples Reminiscing of them days asking them to come see you/ Send a money order some close a 35 package Hoping they write you back so you can get a laugh in/ Light's out, damn it's lock in time Flashback hit the brain of those times on the grind/ They riding on mines, had the block locked with dimes Doing it up now i'm lock down doing time/ Somewhere in the belly beast way up north Away from the seeds family away from new York/ Living in the belly of the beast day by day It's not the same i just want to get away/