Your World Don't Stop Lyrics - Az The Visualiza

I wake up to them rapping tunes 

every afternoon, I'll be home soon 

I see the board sometime after june. 

met a couple of convicts, 

that's way beyond sick 

it seems they dig my style, 

cause I be on some don shit. 

laid back, I ran into some brothers 

from wayback 

those that I dig there be others black - i'm real unclear on what he 

actually says here 

I don't say jack 

I stay in tune with the stars sun and moon 

because behind bars your doomed if your mind can't consume 

plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical rain 

and without knowledge of self 

how else can a criminal change? 

and being locked up ain't the life of me 

shit is way too trife for me 

"you're coming home soon% sounds so nice to me 

But you can bet, i'm bouncing out with mad props 

and if I get chopped, and knocked Baby Pop 

my world don't stop 

And in here it makes us all the same 

for blowing backs out five to fifteen 

see you in the bean 

till they max out 

mis behavin, acting uncivilized like cavemen 

I witness bravemen, 

that gave inside(?) minds turn to gay men 

nobody's playin 

crimes of prisoners supposed to be preying(?) 

on some low shit layin sleep 

get yo ho shit banged in 

hangin 

who's to warn you 

outta the hell these inmates gone through 

from the 3 halves of a four group(?) 

doubt if anyone is normal 

and overall 

it's hard to call 

who would try to play you 

one kid from my tomb caught a carved spoon through his navel 

nothing can save you 

even C.O's try to grave you it's painful to even know 

those that are most faithful, will betray you 

I lay lo-key 

cause I ain't heard the least 

try and get out early on work release 

praying the system will work with me 

cause I ain't trying to see three hots(?) and a cot 

so I rock 

that ain't my plot baby pop 

my world don't stop 

so until that dayi'm discharged and set free 

fuck who's going sex me, 

my mind is more based on making my next G 

now let's see 

nothing on me as a juvenile 

no more moving foul, the penile 

possesses me with a smoother style 

Blessing my mental with mathematics 

to map shit, through graphics 

fuck it, I ain't with hustling backwards 

So wiser man, with ideas and liver plans 

more mature and for sure 

I saw all my eyes could stand 

sit and try to design these words of mine 

to define what occurs when you're serving time 

freshness blurs the mind 

behind bars, scars are signs of hard times 

i'm trapping myself inbetween these lines 

cause I ain't trying to see three hots(?) and a cot 

so I rock 

that ain't my plot baby pop 

my world don't stop