Can't B Trusted
People don't trust me! 'Cause of the record I possess.
The reputation that I have, the misery and stress.
They put me on the bottom, lowest spot on the pole
because of my prison ink and the term on parole.
The registration for life for the crime of arson
in the city of Long Beach, not too far from Carson.
When I try to get a job, I'm quickly denied
after they do background checks—can't say I haven't tried.
I've done all I could do. There's no second chance.
My record reads criminal and an aggressive stance.
Where I've been, they talk about rehabilitation.
We get stuck in a door that's constantly in rotation.
People hate to see me coming like I got a disease.
I've let my parents down, thinking they died displeased
at all of my actions—I couldn't even say goodbye.
Couldn't cry on their shoulders. Now I look to the sky.
People don't like me—they sneer at me with hate
because of my tarnished rep of being an inmate.
I can't be trusted! Like a crackhead with money to buy food
or a drunk trying to pay fast money. Need 1 point of the foot
Hand in the cookie jar, cuffs on my wrists! I'm busted.
When I'm released from prison, they say I can't b trusted.
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