Текст песни Jail Time

this is Joliet Correctional Facility

you have a collect call from inmate

yeah this is Tucker

to accept this call please press 3 now

thank you

hello

[Turtle Banxx]

hey sis let me speak to momma

who me on find besides all the drama

the system took me in but then they took me under

I suffer being another number

I wonder if I could conquer dis criminal structure built to puncture

the hearts of men

when them guards come in the bars and the pen

I know I'm in hell and its hard to win

I stay up late lying in the dark for me

thinking bout the night the police came marching in

its like they wouldn't stop barging in

asking momma what mob I'm in

try strictly left us some scars within

fighting back the lyrics of a favorite baptist him

its over now cant hold a child

mold a child scold a child or own a child a soldier now

baby hold your tears

become a teacher mold ya peers

let em know its cold in here

this ain't the way to spend them older years

I'm over the fears of the world

no longer momma's pearl in here

its all clear them older cats school me to the game

I'm all ears no mo rats or any cold beers

the ghetto famous disappear

[chorus 1]

they run up in my home

and took you from my world

now ya gone and I'm feeling all the pain that your going through

[chorus 1 in background of chorus 2]

[chorus 2]

sometimes I lay back in my cell crying

hells blind but I hope I make it through this jail time

trying to stay focus but I heard they mad me panic before

I guess thats what I got my family for behind bars

[Turtle Banxx]

I'm running outta time

momma there yet

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whats up cat

I got you covered

stay in the books them streets is a motha

undercovers posing as hustlers exposing the brothers controlling the

struggle by any means

brutality got the police running like the enemy

our community need more hugs instead of the slugs the guns the drugs

got crime on killing the love the spirits above

drop a warning sigh its only 1999

but all I think about is 85 them good times

momma give us her last dime

icey cups you drop yours I give you mine

true love define us to divine

calling it on another's pride but I hate to see you cry

the rain come shine

my family feel my pain inside

by the way my baby momma getting married

brought tears to my eyes I just hope my son happy

[chorus 1]

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[chorus 2]

[Turtle Banxx]

ran to the phone got a hundred guys like me

and all we have is precious minutes to reach our people our free

brother listen be strong for momma

let her know I never meant to cause her no drama

the pain make my vain cries thunder

will I recover my name and still discover how the game become us

look how they done us

watered down our pride and drunkers riders g's and hustlers

we gotta guide our younger theres better days among us

never let the rage you under upstage the promise till tomorrow

and the C's just follow wont feel the sorrow

for the misery we wallowing time swallowing

them better days in this gaze got my mind boggling

oh momma and hey lady I miss you

and them ways you raised me them hard head things that drove you crazy

realize ya son took a lot of heart from ya

its phone check time I'm gone momma I love you

[chorus 1]

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[chorus 2]

[chorus 2 2x]

[chorus 1 3x]

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