Got no card so I got not soul Life is prison, no parole, no control Jura got my number on a wire tap ‘Cause I jack for Similac, fuck a Cadillac Survive, one motive, no hope ‘Cause every sidewalk I walk is like a tightrope Yes, I know, my deadline sire, when my life expires I’m sendin’ paper south under the barbed wire The mother of my child will lose her mind at my grave It’s my life for their life so call it a free trade “Por vida” and our name upon the stall I took a death trip when I tried to cross the white wall