This is a song about "Hallways"

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

It’s the feeling that keeps us standing in the hallways flowing and

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Sittin' up in project hallways, crankin' bass, smokin' bones,

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Die wings in hallways and other words into the bible

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

You fucking hoe, wanna get left in hallways?

I was worthless, i'd never make it, go ahead! spill that hatred

And i remember always running in the hallways as a kid,

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

I remember back when i used to be the person to stay silent in the hallways

But at times unnessecary, i'm gettin worriedteardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

With only little practise you'll see a climactic change in the hallways when i'm fanatic