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6 x 8 is a song I wrote about not learning from the first time about getting into trouble and drugs with deep regret wishing you had your life back. Freedom and peace.

 

 

CHORUS:

C’mon yeah, c’mon it’s like that, It’s like that

No mirrors to look at in my 6x8

Surrounded by hard walls that can’t even break

My knuckles, my knuckles

They gone pay for mistakes

I want my life back now

But I know it’s too late

No mirror to look at in my 6x8

Surrounded by hard walls I can’t even break

My knuckles, my knuckles

They gone pay for mistakes

I want my life back now

But I know it’s too late

 

With my head to my knees

And the gavel they slamming down

Before the man in the gown

I knew what was going down

 

 

I had my life back once

But look how I took it for granted

I had my freedom and peace

But damn it for a moment I had it

 

An addict addicted to trouble

Dealing and smoking dope

And now I’m only dealing with

Noodles and a pack of smokes

 

I had the comfort of home

to pee where it’s quiet

Now I’m pissing in the prison

Surrounded by riots

 

CHORUS:

No mirror to look at in my 6x8

Surrounded by hard walls that can’t even break

My knuckles, my knuckles

They gone pay for mistakes

I want my life back now

But I know it’s too late

 

No mirror to look at in my 6x8

Surrounded by hard walls that can’t even break

My knuckles, my knuckles

They gone pay for mistakes

I want my life back now

But I know it’s too late

 

I stayed hungry

Every day they feeding you crap

But beggars can not be choosers

So I’m throwing it back

 

In line to take a fast shower

They only give you minutes

At home I swear

I used to take a half an hour

 

Tighty whities man

I don’t even wear these

Boxers, designer belts and

Pants hung to my knees

 

 

Had the comforts at home

freedom and peace

But I’m in my 6x8

And don’t even know my release

 

CHORUS:

No mirror to look at in my 6x8

Surrounded by hard walls I can’t even break

My knuckles, my knuckles

They gone pay for mistakes

I want my life back now

But I know it’s too late

No mirror to look at in my 6x8

Surrounded by hard walls I can’t even break

My knuckles, my knuckles

They gone pay for mistakes

I want my life back now

But I know it’s too late

 

Couldn’t stay away from trouble

Or learn right from wrong

Should of listened to the words

Of another song

 

I was young and stupid

I spent some time in Juvie

In the big house now

Where I swore I would never would be

 

Wishing I was at work

And making all that bread

And listening to the speakers

Pumping in my head

 

Ain’t no beats up here

Some people rapping now

Sometimes I hear them shout

Get me the f*ck out

 

CHORUS:

 No mirror to look at in my 6x8

Surrounded by hard walls I can’t even break

My knuckles, my knuckles

They gone pay for mistakes

I want my life back now

But I know it’s too late

No mirror to look at in my 6x8

Surrounded by hard walls I can’t even break

My knuckles, my knuckles

They gone pay for mistakes

I want my life back now

But I know it’s too late

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