LYRICS
作词 : BUTLER/C. BRIDGES/GRANT/MILLER/DAUGHERTY
作曲 : Bridges, Butler, Daugherty ...
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility
Inmate, state your name,
DarrenThis phone call may be monitored and recorded
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up
To my cousin
Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother
Chris Butler, stay up homie
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
To my brother
Mikey Mike, stay up homie
To my cuz
J.B., stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep, makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
You lookin' at a man that would
Die for his daughter, just to let her breathe
And I'd definitely die for
Jesus, 'cause he died for me
Give my eyes to
Stevie Wonder, just to see what he's seen
But then I'd take 'em right back, to see
Martin Luther's dream
I'd dream that
I could tell
Martin Luther we made it
But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks
Look up in my mailbox,
I get letters from my cuz
And every week said he wanna hit the streets
But he never struck a deal, 'cause his mouth will never squeal
Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal
Send some pictures of the fam, and nasty pics of
ShawnnaIf you ever have to leave,
I got your mother and your daughter
Born in this way of livin' and our youth are stuck
To be safe, it's safe to say the justice system's ****ed up
If you doin' 25 to life, stay up homie
I got your money on ice so, stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
All my peoples in the pit, stay up homie
And until you hit the bricks, stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me,
I ain't seen it all
That box, a mother****er, it could stress a nigga bitch
Especially when you broke and home base, ain't acceptin' your calls
And you don't hear your name when it's mail time
Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pus*in' back on your hairline
****ing [Incomprehensible] will have you stuck in that pill line
Your bitch missed the
V I this weekend
Food in your locker keeps shrinkin', your celly feet stinkin'
The canteen ran out of menthols
Can't see how grown men wash other men drawers
Niggas played the phone room reckless, and get hit with new incidents
Talkin' about old connects and new prices
Stress'll take a young nigga, give him an old face
Or stress'll take a dumb nigga, give him a new case
That shit
I used to tell my walkie lil' itchy
All he did was smoke shit and drink coffee,
I know he miss me
To my man
Lil' Nell, stay up homie
To my man
Steve P, stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
To my man,
Paul Selene, stay up homie
To Abdul Mc
Keith, stay up homie
Until I see you in the streets, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
Uhh, if your people locked up, you need to send 'em some shit'
Cause it's never too late to stop bein' a bitch
A magazine and some pictures is a nigga's whole world
When I was down them niggas fell out, so
I'm ridin' with the girls'
Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake a** dudes
They send no letters, no books, and no money for no food'
Cause commissary is so very necessary
It's so close to bein' slavery, in
Texas niggas it's scary
I reached out to
C-Murder, right before
I came home
And when him home, let me go
I make sure that his books was on
And three months later that nigga came home too
Ain't no limit to this shit 'cause now his dream's comin' tru
I'ma keep ridin' with
Bun 'cause
UGK will never stop
And I'ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot, yeah
And I'm as trill as you can be
They scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free, here
I goWake up, roll call, another day gone by
Now put a '
X' on November 25,
I'm still alive
Open the dead roll b***s
Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar cars
It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel
Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's real
With a shotgun, burnin' at the back of your dome300 years left, my dawg ain't never comin' home
One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine
Almost died, in
Camp Jay, nigga, ride or cry
Cream has suicide attempts, precious took his own life
White boys can't handle the pain at night
You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your a** shook
And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook
You all in bitch, sit down when you piss
Sweet a**, you a h**, watch
I blow you a kiss
To my cousin
Jimmy Watson, stay up homie
To my homeboy
Mack, stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
To my nigga
Pharoahe, stay up homie
To my nigga
Z Ro, stay up homie
If you're locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time don't let your time do you
To the King
Larry Hoover, stay up homie
To my partner
Shan O, you gotta stay up homie
If you're locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
To the homeboy
Shyne, stay up homie
To my nigga
Mystikal, stay up homie
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you