Probation Streets

(Chorus)

Judge got his robe, feds got a file — streets whisper cold like winter wind

I'm walkin' this line, probation on my back, watchin' every grin

Snitches in the cut, they talk like they saints, pockets full of sin

I keep my head low, pray my Mama smile, for the days I gotta win

(Verse 1)

Courtroom lights buzzin', papers on the table like a map of pain

Judge lookin' down, say my name but he don't know the nights I came

Steel—toed boots on the courthouse floor — echoes of a different game

Lessons learned in cell—block scripture, but the hood still call my name

Street corners taught me faith and fear in the same breath, OG code

Seen brothers trade they souls for a bag, now they stories in the road

Feds watchin' digits on a file, tryna stitch me up with lies

Lawyers whisperin' soft, but the block keep hollerin' alibis

(Pre—Chorus)

Lights flash, white vans lurk, they trace the steps I take

Every smile suspect, every handshake got a stake

I move like cold water, quiet, keep my circle tight

‘Cause when the fed asks questions, the night remember light

(Chorus)

Judge got his robe, feds got a file — streets whisper cold like winter wind

I'm walkin' this line, probation on my back, watchin' every grin

Snitches in the cut, they talk like they saints, pockets full of sin

I keep my head low, pray my Mama smile, for the days I gotta win

(Verse 2)

They say probation's a leash, but I carry it like armor, steady hands

Cameras eye the stoop, streetlamps mark the plans of other men

I done seen the fed smile fake, promise mercy with a paper pen

But mercy weigh like bricks when they tryna lock a man again

Snitches sing like canaries for a nickel and a free pass

They point at shadows, point at smiles — try to paint me as the past

Every phone call monitored, every visit like a test

But I keep faith in quiet moves, silent hustle is the best

(Bridge)

I remember Mama hummin' low, "Boy, keep your head and keep your soul,"

So I tuck the rage, fold the pride, let the courthouse bells patrol

I seen cold steel and colder hearts, friends turn to stat sheets

But the block still breathe my history — every step repeat

Two names on my lips when I pray, remember where I'm from

I whisper strength to steel my breath, let the morning come

(Chorus)

Judge got his robe, feds got a file — streets whisper cold like winter wind

I'm walkin' this line, probation on my back, watchin' every grin

Snitches in the cut, they talk like they saints, pockets full of sin

I keep my head low, pray my Mama smile, for the days I gotta win

(Verse 3 — Story)

Night: blue lights, heart jump, buddy caught slippin' on the corner

He said he had no clue, he swear he never met the informer

Informer sit at table laughin', countin' paper like a sermon

He point fingers, flip files, chase the pounds for his burden

Feds got cameras in the alley, they stitch the clips to court

They dress a lie like truth, wear it proud and then they report

Judge ask for truth, truth lookin' sideways in a suit

Real ones know the verdicts made before the bells refute

(Pre—Chorus)

My name in a docket, but my future ain't a sentence yet

I keep grindin' by the daylight, by night I collect respect

They can write me down in columns, cross my t's, they can attest

But the block know how I moved — I did what I had to, blessed

(Chorus)

Judge got his robe, feds got a file — streets whisper cold like winter wind

I'm walkin' this line, probation on my back, watchin' every grin

Snitches in the cut, they talk like they saints, pockets full of sin

I keep my head low, pray my Mama smile, for the days I gotta win

(Verse 4 — Reflection)

I ain't seekin' no sympathy from the bench or from the law

I'm just tryna stitch the future with the fabric that I saw

Probation taught me patience, taught me how to watch the door

Taught me that the loudest mouths are the ones you can ignore

I move for my kin, for the house on Dunwoody I recall

For the porch light and the laughter that the past tryna install

I grind for family legacy, for the name to pass on strong

For the kids that'll remember that we righted where we wronged

(Bridge 2)

They put me on a list, but I'm more than a page and ink

I'm morning prayers and steady work — more than what they think

So when the feds come knockin', I'll be right where I belong

Feet planted in the soil of the paper that I'm born strong

(Chorus — Final)

Judge got his robe, feds got a file — streets whisper cold like winter wind

I'm walkin' this line, probation on my back, watchin' every grin

Snitches in the cut, they talk like they saints, pockets full of sin

I keep my head low, pray my Mama smile, for the days I gotta win

(Outro — Promise)

I'll keep movin' like a shadow, steady till the early morn

Two words I carry heavy, my name like thunder born: DJ OG Bones

One vow I swear to keep, to my blood, under the sun: DJ OG Bones

Legacy over loud mouths — keep the family home, let the story run