Jail Time

Текст песни TWISTA - Jail Time <br/> (feat. Turtle Banxx)<br /><br />this is Joliet Correctional Facility<br />you have a collect call from inmate<br />yeah this is Tucker<br />to accept this call please press 3 now<br />thank you<br />( )<br />hello<br /><br />[Turtle Banxx]<br />hey sis let me speak to momma<br />who me on find besides all the drama<br />the system took me in but then they took me under<br />I suffer being another number<br />I wonder if I could conquer dis criminal structure built to puncture<br />the hearts of men<br />when them guards come in the bars and the pen<br />I know I&#039;m in hell and its hard to win<br />I stay up late lying in the dark for me<br />thinking bout the night the police came marching in<br />its like they wouldn&#039;t stop barging in<br />asking momma what mob I&#039;m in<br />try strictly left us some scars within<br />fighting back the lyrics of a favorite baptist him<br />its over now cant hold a child<br />mold a child scold a child or own a child a soldier now<br />baby hold your tears<br />become a teacher mold ya peers<br />let em know its cold in here<br />this ain&#039;t the way to spend them older years<br />I&#039;m over the fears of the world<br />no longer momma&#039;s pearl in here<br />its all clear them older cats school me to the game<br />I&#039;m all ears no mo rats or any cold beers<br />the ghetto famous disappear<br /><br />[chorus 1]<br />they run up in my home<br />and took you from my world<br />now ya gone and I&#039;m feeling all the pain that your going through<br />[chorus 1 in background of chorus 2]<br />[chorus 2]<br />sometimes I lay back in my cell crying<br />hells blind but I hope I make it through this jail time<br />trying to stay focus but I heard they mad me panic before<br />I guess thats what I got my family for behind bars<br /><br />[Turtle Banxx]<br />I&#039;m running outta time<br />momma there yet<br />where my little brother let me holla at him<br />whats up cat<br />I got you covered<br />stay in the books them streets is a motha<br />undercovers posing as hustlers exposing the brothers controlling the <br />struggle by any means<br />brutality got the police running like the enemy<br />our community need more hugs instead of the slugs the guns the drugs<br />got crime on killing the love the spirits above<br />drop a warning sigh its only 1999<br />but all I think about is 85 them good times<br />momma give us her last dime<br />icey cups you drop yours I give you mine<br />true love define us to divine<br />calling it on another&#039;s pride but I hate to see you cry<br />the rain come shine<br />my family feel my pain inside<br />by the way my baby momma getting married<br />brought tears to my eyes I just hope my son happy<br /><br />[chorus 1]<br />[chorus 1 in background of chorus 2]<br />[chorus 2]<br /><br />[Turtle Banxx]<br />ran to the phone got a hundred guys like me<br />and all we have is precious minutes to reach our people our free<br />brother listen be strong for momma<br />let her know I never meant to cause her no drama<br />the pain make my vain cries thunder<br />will I recover my name and still discover how the game become us<br />look how they done us<br />watered down our pride and drunkers riders g&#039;s and hustlers<br />we gotta guide our younger theres better days among us<br />never let the rage you under upstage the promise till tomorrow<br />and the C&#039;s just follow wont feel the sorrow<br />for the misery we wallowing time swallowing<br />them better days in this gaze got my mind boggling<br />oh momma and hey lady I miss you<br />and them ways you raised me them hard head things that drove you crazy<br />realize ya son took a lot of heart from ya<br />its phone check time I&#039;m gone momma I love you<br /><br />[chorus 1]<br />[chorus 1 in background of chorus 2]<br />[chorus 2]<br /><br />[chorus 2 2x]<br /><br />[chorus 1 3x]