(Parole Officer)
(980505A)
Yeahh n***a what
(you made parole)
What?
(pack your stuff)
The f**?
(and get the f** out of here)
Ahaha
Ayo man, its about motherf**ing time man
Ayo g, ayo g, son, i got my papers man
I'm out this motherf**er
I'm out of jail and I'm never going back again
Never selling h**n, never selling crack again
Don't work for the government coke packaging
Don't fire indiscriminate with the Mac again
My people are stuck behind gla** like a mannequin
They pretend to give a f**, just like the Vatican
Second chance, faith based, two faced, samaritans
Everytime we come back, they...
I'm out of jail and I'm never going back again
Never selling h**n, never selling crack again
I'm out of jail and I'm never going back again
I'm outta, I'm outta, (I'm out this motherf**er!)
I'm out of jail and I'm never going back again
Never selling h**n, never selling crack again
Don't work for the government coke packaging
Don't fire indiscriminate with the Mac again
My people are stuck behind gla** like a mannequin
They pretend to give a f**, just like the Vatican
Second chance, faith based, two faced, samaritans
Everytime we come back, they keep on cashing in
Prison labor, third world sweatshop comparisons
Till we kidnap the whole f**ing garrison
Yeah, poverty makes people do reckless things
But corporations do worse to protect they bling
Prisons are more overcrowded than the rap game
They say you are more likely to go to jail with a black name
Freakonomics that I speak through ebonics
And f** phonics, little n***as is hooked on chronic
But if you on stage with the DEA as your hype man
Don't get yourself locked up and blame the white man
We transformed gangs and criminal enterprises
Using OGs as advisors
Before they send us to war after they divide us
But I won't let them use us like Teddy Roosevelt's Rough Riders
My movement's like a jujitsu kata
I graduated outta prison, so f** my alma mater, n***a
(caller)
(hello)
Yeah yeah whats up yo?
(hey, how you doin'?)
Yo you know what I just got my papers
(you're f**in' lying!)
Yo I'm coming home to you I'll see you in like a day and a half
(*screams* oh my god, i'm so happy, are you f**in' serious?)
Yeah I'm dead serious baby, I'm coming home
(oh my god!)
Put the little blue thing on for me, aight?
(you got that baby! yea)
I'm on parole and I'll never be alone again
f** this place baby, I'm coming home again
Shorty wrapped around me, so I'll never be cold again
Never have to knock a n***a out for the phone again
Prison ain't the place that you find your rite of pa**age in
It's slavery with nasty food in your abdomen
Middle pa**age, bottom of the ship, how they pack 'em in
Perpetrators on some fake sh**, sweeter than saccharin
Jailhouse snitches without corroborating evidence
n***as selling n***as out for two to three benjamins
But now I'm free, hit the block eating Entenmann's
Benihana in and out, flow for me to enter in
Newspaper pencillin', trying to pay the rent again
Ex-con job interview, nobody answering
Feeling violent from the frustation I got pent up in
But not trying to go back to the place i was sent up in
Turn my own life around, f** the establishment
Listening to hip hop like where the f** the talent went?
How the f** did you replace lyrics with your swaggerin'?
I'ma fix that rhymin on with the magnum
I roll up in a caravan, full of north africans
My squad got more soldier n***as than the saracens
Cos just watch when the terrorists attack again
Their reaction's gonna be draft us and send us back again
I'm on parole, and i'll never be alone again
f** this place baby, I'm coming home again
Shorty's wrapped around me, so i never be cold again
Never have to knock a n***a out for the phone again
Prison ain't the place that you find your rite of pa**age in
It's slavery with nasty food in your abdomen
Middle pa**age, bottom of the ship, how they pack em in
Perpetrators on some fake sh**, sweeter than saccharin