I am Izell Robinson, inmate number 210006, Minnesota inmate prisoner. Today I wanted to do a rap for you all called “Hard Line of the Beat.” So, here it goes.
Who dare to compete,
Hard line of the beat,
Volume and substance and words I repeat.
This is a gift just to hear me speak.
Who dare to compete,
Hard line of the beat,
Volume and substance and words I repeat.
This is a gift just to hear me speak.
This is a gift just to hear me speak.
This is a gift just to hear me speak.
Casualty kids caught in the crossfire.
Murderous kids murdering is dire.
Three shot, two dead.
Caught it on the news,
Not just black and blue,
Leave a hood bruised.
Blackout on trenches, info at 180.
Shooter aims at a teething baby.
What’s this come to?
Really how we living?
When it’s police or youth doing the killing.
Gun violence at a historic rise,
Yet a COVID shot can get you a prize.
We ain’t winning if loved ones die,
And these unhugged mamas left here to cry,
Heavy tears and pain that can’t tell why.
We live in a space love don’t reside,
Hate crucified too many dreams.
I’m woke to lies that tragedy brings.
Who dare to compete?
Hard line of the beat,
Volume and substance and words I repeat.
This is a gift just to hear me speak.
Who dare to compete?
Hard line of the beat,
Volume and substance and words, I repeat.
This is a gift just to hear me speak.
This is a gift just to hear me speak.
This is a gift just to hear me speak.
Ill gained dividends, [inaudible] or fail.
No savings, investments, or collateral for bail.
Blaming family, you can’t make it out that hell.
This is one of those truths that the lies tell
Until hopes faded like jail tattoos.
State versus you, too much to lose.
Could be a long time to see these streets.
Future become distant as nosebleed seats.
Got to make a choice, spectator or player.
Life could be a coach, but won’t play favor.
You want to give all you never gave her,
Because without it, it’s hard to know the Savior.
Even if true religion covered your body,
Lustily somewhere kind of naughty,
In the valley of sin,
Never meant to win.
Can’t think these devils won’t apprehend.
Who dare to compete, hard line of the beat,
Value and substance and words I repeat.
This is a gift just to hear me speak.
Who dare to compete?
Hard line of the beat,
Volume and substance, and words I repeat.
This is a gift just to hear me speak.
This is a gift just to hear me speak.
This is a gift just to hear me speak.
Too many neglect the mental parts of health,
Don’t know how to discover true wealth,
Only found ways to follow these set trends.
A couple Jennifer Anistons, but no friends,
Just enemies of the state, similar to Will.
Too much surveillance, government that kill,
Hands folded, praying they don’t shoot.
Camera phone streams, death and truth.
Why you still moving like you bulletproof,
Mixing drugs with drugs till you high as a roof.
Want to blame swag, or say it’s pimp juice,
But fail to put your mind to any good use.
Who dare to compete?
Hard line of the beat,
Volume and substance, and words I repeat.
This is a gift just to hear me speak.
This is a gift just to hear me speak.
This is a gift just to hear me speak.
Yeah, this is Jay Nick.
These commentaries are recorded by Prison Radio.
