Freedom Of Speech

Christopher B.G. Dorsey came home last September following a 12-year prison stay
According to these documents obtained by WDSU
The rapper has to appear in a New Orleans court on supervised release conditions
But recent probation violations are putting the former hot boy’s freedom in limbo
Part of those conditions means he may have to turn over the lyrics to his music to court officials
According to the documents, B.G. would also have to avoid ex-convicts
Man, they don’t even know what a real nigga had to go through
But through it all, I hold my head up (facts)
Stayed prayed up (facts)
And I’ll never let ’em see me sweat (facts)
I’ma stand on mine, believe that, look
They thought my career was over, beat that beat like a soldier
I bust up out that bitch, still screaming, “Violence and magnolia!”
My heart got a little cold, that made back out of shore
I’m chasing these figures and every day I’m getting closer
And the people still be on me, so I be by my lonely
They tried to violate me for doing that concert with my homie
Me and Gucci did that album, but they tried to slam me
They know rapping all my life, they know that’s how I feed my family
I’m done, nigga, I’m done
And I ain’t even had no charges
‘Cause I ain’t do no talking, guess that’s why I was a talking
Been doing shit the right way, I’m focused, and I’m icy
Tell youngins don’t be like me, that street life can get real pricey
That shit is gon’ hit different, ’cause bitch is always different
They know I spit the real, that’s why the real niggas still listen
This life after the sentence, this life after the trenches
They locked up all my henchmen, that’s that shit I cannot mention
I wanna tell them stories, but I ain’t ’bout to risk it
Say too much in these songs, that shit gon’ land your ass in prison
I’m happy they freed Thugger, not Lil Durk in that struggle
Be careful who around, a lot of these niggas undercover
Be cautious who be around me, my own friends try to cross me
That shit that fuck me up, that’s why nowadays I’m a little heartless
I do the shit for soldiers, I represent the soldiers
I work out just to carry all this weight that’s on my shoulders (okay)
I learned all of my lessons, I passed all of my tests
I’m still here, that’s a blessing, in these streets, I’m a legend
In the pen, I’m a legend, something like Paul and the Bible
Every hood I go to, niggas tell me that I’m their idol
I retire my rifle, I’m just chasing the people
Fuck all of you haters, laugh now, die later
I bow down to no nigga, I only feel my maker (God)
I’m done fucking bitches only bring pussy to the table
I’m only getting greater, a lot of these niggas trade us
That’s why I’m off the streets and just been focused on my label
Been doing this many, and I ain’t going nowhere
I changed, so I’m begging niggas, “Please don’t make me go there”
‘Cause you know that I’ll go there, put you on that list, nigga
But I’m trying to get rich nigga, stay away from you bitch niggas
Keep dropping these hits, nigga, never calling it quits, nigga
Keep poppin’ my shit, nigga, keep hittin’ these licks, nigga
Freedom is in limbo for a former Hot Boy
So prosecutors have asked Christopher B.G. Dorsey
To hand over the lyrics to his music as part of his probation
And respond to our request for comments
Dorsey’s attorney said this, quote
“We are looking forward to appearing with Mr. Dorsey in New Orleans
And addressing the important legal issues before the court”
The rapper says the rules are impacting his freedom of speech