6 X 8

[Mblack]

                               6x8

                    Written by Michael Black

https://www.facebook.com/Michael-Black-686133418235440/

 

 

 

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

[TheGarageJump]

Very professional job this. Second voice adds a bit of edge and not overdone. Cheers for the new word - juvie - dig it.

Chris (TheGarageJump)

[Mora Amaro La Loba]

Hola @Mblack

 

Very good work here, the great mix and the voices with FX and second voices give it that atmosphere that the lyrics need. Good lryrics too. I like the backing synthesizers, they have just the right volume and give color to the rage!!

Stay well

 

Mora

[Jack Rostetter]

Has an Eminem vibe.  Like the lyrics and feel the sickening feeling it must be to walk into that box.