Storm Tide

Blink my eyes Wide Open Up Wide Open Up Take a big looks in the Picture If I got locks up Arrested I Fucks up my own life like a Hurricane Storm Tide They Gonna sent myself in the bus trip to the jail cage that's my Punishment Hothead Learns Lessons Four Walls In the dark Hole In the dark hole like its muddy around in the cell block I Gotta battle it on my own with no Help Baby with no help Baby Like I'm stuck with nothing like a hurricane destroy my feeling like a Grimy Nigga Call it Mixed emotion Who gonna bail me Out If I f*ck up my own life with no flavors Can you help me out God please Heard my folks Say Free Me I'll wait until the real Ones Who Gonna show it to me I'll wait for the real One If the jury allow a Nigga Go between To the dollar Onna bailout Onna bailout Stepping out like a free world like a free world Blink my eyes wide open up Take a big looks in the Picture I Miss the loves ones in the Heaven Rest in peace Love never melts in the bottom of my heart Imma real One