[Verse 1] Just waking up, I gotta thank God
Fired up a square, that’s how my day starts
Early mornin’ buzzin’ got me lookin’ at life
Outside, I see movin’ pictures, look at the lights
It’s just another Saturday it seems like
Got dressed and hit the corner with my team, right
Smoke it, roll it up and pa** it around
Now I’m stoned and my a** is barely draggin’ the ground
No sooner than I think they woulda thought of
A cop walks over, never saw him
“Excuse me, mister officer man, I wasn’t tryna disrespect”
And started coughin’ again
Eyes red as a bandana
And one time heavy on his antenna
At his request they sent a squad car
And then they put my black a** behind bars
[Chorus: Jack Freeman] Just wanna pack up my bags, and get out of this hole
Can’t believe they treat me so bad
Can’t believe they actin’ so cold
I just wanna leave this room
I’m still sitting on this concrete couch
Just waiting for the judge to say, that I’m gon’ be free today, yeah
[Verse 2] Fingerprinted, gettin’ booked in
They fed a n***a Johnny, so I took ten
‘Cause I’m knowing that I’ll be sittin’ here the whole night
Empty drunk tank, it’s finna be a cold flight
I finally come up on some housin’
Old celly, so I’m battin’ me a thousand
And plus I got a bottom bunk pa**
Boss came in with his punk a**
Talkin’ to a n***a like it’s date time
Askin’ where I’m from, I’m from H-town
n***as askin’ me what I’m in for
Nosy motherf**ers want some info
I tell him, “Dog, I ain’t done sh**
You know these redneck crackers think they run sh**”
It’s lights out, I tie my mat down
Chuck it on the rack and stretch my a** out
[Chorus: Jack Freeman] Gonna pack up my bags, and get out of this hole
Can’t believe they treat me so bad
Can’t believe they actin’ so cold
I just wanna leave this room
I’m still sitting on this concrete couch
Just waiting for the judge to say, that I’m gon’ be free today, yeah
[Verse 3] It’s court call in the halls
Strip a n***a down to his balls
Bare-bu*t naked in my tennis shoes
The nighttime sergeant want an interview
They push us out like livestock
“Ain’t no talkin’ while I’m talkin’, this is my block”
I finally get to see me a judge
I’m a Black man, so she got a grudge
Old b**h full of race hate
And a n***a quick to represent the gray state
I ain’t got a lawyer, I don’t need one
Give me thirty days, you get three-one
I ain’t tryna piss in a jug, b**h
Just because I’m Black, I get f**ed with
I bet if I had been a white dude
I’d have never been arrested, look at Michael
And even if I swam like a fish, though
They still would’ve threw me in the Crisco
And fried a n***a’s a** in some hot grease
I’m just tryna get my a** out the hot seat
[Chorus: Jack Freeman] Just wanna pack up my bags, and get out of this hole
Can’t believe they treat me so bad
Can’t believe they actin’ so cold
I just wanna leave this room
I’m still sitting on this concrete couch
Just waiting for the judge to say, that I’m gon’ be free today, yeah