alpha 3

sitting in alpha 3 everybody sleep except me im up geeked drinkin on this dirt coffee sitting back thinkin how the fuck this happen to me my put i was always extra careful no new friends with badder habits but who knew the one on my paperwork would be you you called 12 on me told them i sold you bad dope but now im locked up and you still in the street bangin on blood and holla'n suuwoo but you was supposed to be my best friend my day one my go to but you the reason why im in this yellow jumpsuit with pendin charges cuz you cant handle the dope that you smoke hands behind my back head down like fuck who can i call to bail me out no one you took my freedom from me and i can never forgive and forget that then to turn around and watch two other people plottin against me pointin they fingers like yo is this really how the dope game be so much for them tats on you saying loyalty see i always fucked wit you gave you an extra gram or two just trynna put a  lil something in ya pocket but you never did flip it you just flipped yo shit and waited til the time i only had a dub for you to drop the dime on me like bruh why me you always said my poems flow so well and my stories be so true but did you ever think id write one bout a snitch ass bitch and dedicate it to you ?