In a Mess

[Intro: Saigon and Kid] [Kid] Uncle Giddy [Saigon] Yeah? [Kid] Can you give us a bedtime saga? Please, huh, please? [Saigon] I don’t know, man. My saga’s a little deep, man. You kids get in the bed. I’ll get the rhyme book. You all tucked in? [Kid] Yeah [Saigon] Here we go [Verse 1: Saigon] I start the saga in the ‘ville. Police, twenty-one narc fleet Creeping on Christopher deep in a unmarked jeep Half of us was sitting dirty—how we clock on the block Had the .40 cali cocked—I rocked with extra clips in my sock The blow had me stuck on slow mo. Still on point, though Reacting once I heard “Yo, low!” Somebody screamed “Popo!” Fast, I passed the chunk to this youngster that was amongst us Ran behind [?] stashed the weapon between the dumpsters So cold. Messiah play [bowl?], annihilate the soul Fresh up out the North Pole ain't tryna violate parole One grabbed my son and then, hold on, started to snuff him But son was resistant, so he told his partner to cuff him I ran over the van. The Ds was nonchalant—the sham Thinking “Damn. Prolly seen me hand Scram the contraband” Felt the coke withdrawal. Wished I had’ve sniffed more Thinking ‘bout the rest but they probably guarding the fifth floor Swerving back up the staircase and out on the roof Maybe I could do some shit like Q and Bishop in Juice But not. A nigga stopped as soon as I heard the warning shot Something saying “Jump” but I’m fronting ‘cause that’s too long a drop Then they hit me with some shit I never heard of, dun “You’re under arrest, son—robbery and murder one” [Interlude 1: Saigon and Police Officer] [Saigon] Murder... What? [Police Officer] Get against the wall! [Saigon] Robbery and murder one? [Police Officer] [?] [Saigon] Fuck off me, dog! [Hook: Saigon] (x2) I’m in a mess. Locked up and type stressed They questioning me to death and want a DNA test There’s been a murder—somebody caught a body with a burner And now the DTs is blaming it on me [Verse 2: Saigon] I mingle with murderers, repeat offenders, carjackers, burglars Crackers with tax evasion, state max classification My thoughts are long gone, play the horn Talked to Rough and Kayvon. One told me “Hold my head,” the other “Stay strong” Double-bunked me with this fat, dark-skinned cat named Rock Played the cot on the top. He used to talk about his bitch a lot I pictured not too long ago, shot, he played the Don there [Daughter him?] jiggy, this brown-skinned shorty with blond hair [Fills about?] the crib in drug dealing—illegal living On how he pushed a Inf and bought wifey a Eagle Vision Entrappted by her. She spit game like rapid fire Not knowing who he desire is nothing more than a liar On January 10th, caught a letter half-page length Explaining how some other brother pimping the Inf It said "Rocky, that's on the strength, she fronting like you the herb or something So what’s the verdict? Say the word and I’mma murder something And yo, P.S., try to cope with this B.S Lately, niggas want test. I got the Colt in the vest Signed, your baby brother, Bless." Rock, he looked me straight in the eye I turned (Why?)—I know how niggas be hating to cry Yo, not to claim clout, he jump back on the same route Yo, when Rock came out, he flipped and blew boo brain out [Interlude 2: Saigon] Click, bang! Click, bong! Yes, he did. (Dang). You know what? But now... [Hook: Saigon] (x2) He in a mess. Locked up and type stressed They questioning Rock to death and want a DNA test There’s been a murder—somebody hit a hottie with a burner The homicide cops is blaming it on Rock [Verse 3: Saigon] And this is not where the story stop There’s a deeper reason to why he shot shorty wop Not only was the bitch tricking off at the coffee shop She had slept with over a hundred-and-forty cock (Damn) And while a nigga Rock was doing his bid She was letting niggas come to the crib, sucking dick in front of the kids That prolly would have been water under the bridge ‘Til Rock went to the doctor and they told him the biz Told him he had just contracted the HIV This the only bitch that Rock had been with since the cat was a kid Then to add insult to injury, she told him that she was leaving him After she gave a deadly disease to him Rock, he couldn’t take it, so murder became his medium The only way to cope with the fact the bitch was a sleazy bum He went home, fill a clip up with lead Drove down to her house, shot the bitch in the head [Outro: Saigon] Bang! Hey. Y’all sleep? Y’all sleep yet? Yeah, I think they’re asleep. I’m out