Trapped In The System - Ghetts, Ghetto

Yeah man, it’s like 2007

I came out of jail in 2003

They’ve had me on probation ever since man

It’s like… see when you’re caught in the system

No matter how hard you try

It’s not easy to get out of this man… they got you!

See when you’re name comes up

And they got the fingerprint tings now so it’s all nuts you know

Yeah man

I deal with early mornings, probations, same locations

Different P.O.

change rotations

First to be seen

Clothes stinking of weed by the herbs on my jeans

That’s how I stay so patient

I can’t wait to go man

Today I’m the last to get here, first to leave

And I’ve been coming here from my early teens

When I finish they hope my place stays vacant

But I’m a changed man, brand new game plan

You can even quote that statement

These days I’m as low as that pavement

But you might see me do a show for the payment

I leave the roads in amazement

So bye bye for good

I hate the system and if you lived my life you would

Trapped in the system

My past is my shadow

They look at me like I ain’t half of an adult

My bars are my ammo, trying to be calm but I’m raggo

Early mornings, community service

But the truth is I’d rather serve time

I’m looking back at my first time

Name one day worse than unpaid work

Weekends I’m here like sunday church

Digging dirt in allotments

9:30 to 4PM my phones supposed to be switched off

I stand next to a tree trunk put that on beep once

And then drift off

I got hard day ahead so I’m pissed off

When I’m here man it seem like hours

Some say I should’ve called in sick

But it make no sense delaying the process

I wanna get this over and done with

It’s becoming a burden for certain

Some say crime’s an entrance to a sentence

Trapped in the system

My past is my shadow

They look at me like I ain’t half of an adult

My bars are my ammo, trying to be calm but I’m raggo

Welcome to Feltham’s Young Offenders Institution

Remember the rules

Give back your phone card by the end of the call

Behave and you’ll be out by December the 4th

Yeah I know the ropes, I’m not new to this

I’ve been here before where’s my crucifix?

I don’t wanna do no induction again

I dun know how to function in pen

I’m a road thug with no love for no gov'

Don’t treat me like a grown mug

Fuck that I want a phone call right now if not

I wanna speak to the P.O.

or want a V. O

I waiting 'til social

Racist bastards treating me so cruel

I got another case I don’t wanna go court

One bird’s enough now I’m certainly fucked

Trapped in the system

My past is my shadow

They look at me like I ain’t half of an adult

My bars are my ammo, trying to be calm but I’m raggo

You know what cos sometimes I try talk back in probation

And you know… that can get you back in the court so

Just voicing my opinion

Simone I’ll see you next week, same time, same place

(Laughter)