They Got Him

Woke up to the sirens, red and blue lights flash  

Cuffs on his wrist, they were taking out the trash  

Mama on the porch screaming through the glass  

Daddy in the cell, praying that it pass  

He was in the trap, chasing every dollar stack  

Now he’s wearing orange, sitting on his back  

Told him slow down, he was moving too fast  

Now the only thing movin' is the hands on the clock, facts  

They kicked in the door, didn't give him no chance  

Said he had the work, said he had the plans  

Now his little homies out there doing the dance  

Trying to fill the shoes, but they don't understand  

Street took another one, another one down  

Another one lost in the system now  

He was just a kid with a dream and a crown  

Now the crown on the ground, and the dream in the ground