Haha Yeah if it aint one thing it's always
gonna be a motha fuckin other
Word to My grand daddy I'ma let this beat rise
for about 2 bars then ima get back at ya check it out
Come on, come on,
I'm on a pay phone standin in a holding cell took
my shirt and my shoes and im cold as hell
Every now and then you gotta spend a night in jail
but I know my home boys gonna make my bail
8: 30 in the morning front of CJC fuck a
bunch of records take me to the weed
I just need to blow some dro
Even if only momentary
it feels good to be free
Holdin my lil girl in front of a big screen mak in
love to my lady these are the big things
Spendin time wit my granny and blowin
wit dave
Contemplatin every mistake I've ever
made yo
Shouldve sipped more lemonade
sat in the shade
Seems so secondary to try to get payed
and I'm only afraid
Of coming up short so Ima get money
ever day til I go back to court
Chorus:
Every day that I'm gone is when
I wont be gone
They cant hold me down forever
and im gonna be home
In no time at all it wont be long
I just need everbody back at
home to be strong
Every day that im gone
is when i wont be gone
They cant hold me down
forever and im gonna be home
In no time at all it wont be long I just need
everybody back home to be strong
The telephone
make my
time go by so slow
The streets talk if something
happen im gonna know
People wanna come see me but
i tell em not to
Talking to em through that
glass jus breaks my heart dude
I write alot of letters, I get alot of mail
People telling me they cant
wait for me to get outta jail
I miss Mikayla, I miss my girl but I try not to
think about the outside world
Tall spades and dominoes
songs and proverbs
I seem to find peace in God's word
Cuz he's the only real friend I got in here
Even with nothing I got alot in here
Be much happier if I was not here but hey
I could never get shot in here
They say it s just 3 hots and a cot in here but I got half my motha
fuckin squad in here
Chorus
They got electric
wire bout 15 feet high
We move so fly with plastic knives,
plastic forks, plastic spoons
See our kids on sunday afternoons
Collect call to my momma,
send me a box
Cd's, magazines, draws, and sox
People get the box
everybody gets locked
Phone call, television,
everything just stops
Food here is horrible,
Conditions are inoperable
Grown men crying take
em to the corridor
More and more I miss my gal
The commodory and
fellowship i miss my pal
When I get out Ima kiss the ground
And I Just cant wait to hit the town
Fat caps, Colby Steak House just the
thought make me wanna break out
C'mon C'mon
Chorus
Yeah people ask me if I could go back,
If I could do something different, If I had a chance what would I do.
I tell em I dont believe in that 'IF' shit cuz if my dad was a better card player him an
d my momma would still be together you know what i'm say in check it out
And to all my people locked down Hold it down now
