You Ain't Got a Chance Boy (feat. ENNY) Song Lyrics

What does it mean to be a saint or a sinner
Back in the days of mummy cooking the dinner
Chicken soup or a casserole on a cold night
Jumping into bed with the smell of the fresh linen

Live it again only a little
Do you know the feeling of being stuck in the middle
As the old saying goes to put it a little different
Is allowing it to happen as bad as pulling the trigger?

Figuratively speaking usually the one who wanna jump in the deep end
From diving in pussy and rum on the weekend
A little pre teen boy puffing the reefer
Coming home caught red eyed immediate
I got locked down for a couple of weeks
But the irony of all of it
The one who dished the discipline from her supply I been teefin'
A cocky little yout and with the kid there's always something to prove
Kind heart but an aggy side bringing the mood right down
That was the sentiment of the crew,
A bag of vagabonds that he looked up to
From seeing innocent men get beat down
My best friend sucker punched cold in peak town
And witnessing them rob change off of a street clown
Didn't say a word but I felt for him deep down (I really did)

It's not my fault as a bystander, I ain't involved,
Maybe not a candid depiction of the role I played
In situations similar to these
There were plenty more maybe a lesson in right and wrong
Well do I seek repentance look I don't know
I'll have to ask Diablo to let me off