The Last Chair Violinist (feat. Carolyn Rodriguez)

Yo, yo... one time, one time... one time, yo... yo, yo
 One time when I come, two times when I'm done
 Old truck like Sanford and Son
 Next week can't recognize
 On chrome so pretty to the naked eyes
 That's me, on the road again
 This 8 by 10 is closing in
 In the hood I had it all
 And a cold motherfucker with a basketball
 Now I play with prisoners
 And don't nobody trip with us
 Some in Garza, some in Dominguez
 Cops ask, "No speaky English"
 And the holidays are the hardest
 Gotta stay headstrong, regardless
 And you are gonna have your days
 In the place where killas have to pray
 In the place where killas have to pray
 In the place where killas have to pray
 He is the last chair violinist
 The one who brings hope
 To those who are the last chair violinist
 Whose pain no one knows
 I seen the pain in the eyes of lonely men
 When can we ever be whole again?
 Without Gina and my kids
 A nigga just don't really wanna live
 But I gotta stay free in my mind
 Eventually hearts freeze doing time
 No love, just respect
 Steel shank touch his neck
 Pick up another casualty
 Put him in the fridge call his family
 And his mom had a dream
 All this would be happenin
 Trafficking to the rapping king
 Everything's unraveling
 Invest in me, it's destiny
 I'll still wreck from the penitentiary
 I'll still wreck from the penitentiary
 I'll still wreck from the penitentiary
 He is the last chair violinist
 The one who brings hope
 To those who are the last chair violinist
 Whose pain no one knows
 Two hits inhale, homie hold your breath
 This is all the indo that's left
 Watch man, don't let 'em see
 Keep your eyes on the enemy
 He did 20 on 70
 Last game that he played was centipede
 In the world, everything changed
 Look around, things seem strange
 All the kids in gangsta n shit
 Lil young motherfuckers living dangerous
 Claimin this and chunkin that
 Making more moves than a runninback
 Up in prison, he was Christian
 Got no job and his wife is bitching
 So he back on the streets again
 8 months later back in the pen
 8 months later back in the pen
 8 months later back in the pen
 He is the last chair violinist
 The one who brings hope
 To those who are the last chair violinist
 Whose pain no one knows