We're listening to Sean and the South Live.

And that music you hear behind me all the fine boys in Charleston, South Carolina's own Red Cedar River.

I was in the joint in east of Troy, served a sentence in Dallas, Texas.

I got locked up all over trying to get to Oklahoma, and I ain't been back there since.

In the slammer in Alabama, and Montana, Savannah, and Atlanta, and Atlanta.

In the penitentiary down in Memphis, Tennessee, I got a tattoo says, high-heart mammal.

Incarcerated in every every state institutionalized along the way

did I happen to mention that my life of correction started back into juvenile detention

yeah my rap sheets are mile long but it's not why I sing my song.

No, I came here to say there's been a terrible mistake, because I ain't done nothing wrong.

I've been arrested for possession of just about everything.

From weapons to wild animals, I got bricking and entering.

Burglary, disorderly, battery, trespassing.

These are all just cases of mistaken identity.

Charges dropped in St. Louis, picked back up in Kansas City.

Paroleal in Alabama, probation in Mississippi.

I've been detained, retained, and contained in jail.

I never missed a court date. I

never skipped bail. I'm just a victim of the system, a victim of circumstance. They

bring me, set me up, they tampered with evidence. I ain't never done nothing wrong. I would swear

on my mother, except for maybe that one time and maybe a couple others. I was in the joint in East of Troy,

arrested down in Houston, Texas,

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