hook:

I've lived behind barz
hid behind barz
spit devine barz
pissed behind barz
if I had a price on my head then I'd be droppin' the tab...
in any aspect life behind barz was the only option I had...

verse 1: (drunk behind barz)

I woke up one morning and decided to go out for a drink...
I shout and it stinks...I gotta wash the vomit out of my sink...
I'm feeling tipsy...really shitty...so please come get me...
I got a hang over from last night...damn the Tequila hit me...
staggerz when I walk...laughter when I talk as I try to crawl to the door...
almost fall down on the ground next to the vomit all on my floor...
who the fuck is this whore...laying next to me in bed...
I thought she was drunk but I think she took some exstacy instead...
damn...I let this fuckin' whore get a fuckin' one night stand...
I must be one nice man...to wake her up her face had met my one right hand...
my life is invested in drugz and alcohol and I don't regret it at all...
it's better to be drunk behind the bar than sober ahead of the ball...

hook2x

verse 2: (life behind barz)

in jail I've been exposed to the most savage of acts...
seen a man get stabbed in the back with an ax...
in the lunch line niggaz harass you in packs snatchin' ya snacks...
during a fight once I got hit in the back with a bat...
my reaction was fast...as a matter of fact...
snatchin' the bat away from that nigga before I splattered that cat...
don't sag ya pants or you'll end up gettin raped when in jail...
everything we take is for sale while we anxiously waitin' for bail...
we sometimez try to escape but we fail...it's like the system got us tied to a rope...
sellin' cigarettez down my cell block but I'm too tired to smoke...
unless someone is supplyin' some dope ...
when in the shower'z you gotta have ya wrist practically tied to the soap...
if not...you know what happens although some may try to deny what I spoke...
yeah I been locked up and I don't regret it at all...
it's better to live behind barz than be dead ahead of the ball...

hook 2x

verse 3: (hiding behind barz)

it's like with all this bullshit rap there really ain't no time for a real mc...
so my personal persona revolvez around my rhymin' ability...
timin' so skillfully shinin' on the mic to show my versitility with wordz that kill mc'z...
hyman agility when my gunz pop and pussiez flex...
mistooken reps only wish that they could follow in Brooklyn'z steps...
I've acquired a taste for rhyme...but not only cause I love the art...
I break drugz apart cause the rest of my life is a waste of time...
a wasted mind...that what teacherz said when I was in school...
I ain't a fool my nine was my tool... I stayed on the corner during sessionz cause I alwayz thought that rhymin' was cool...
I been spittin since a young age and I don't regret it at all...
is it really better being broke behind barz than rich ahead of the ball??????

(I don't feel like thinkin' no more for the moment so I'ma do the other versez another time cause this is all off the dome and I don't wanna erase it I'ma just post it as is for now)