Haystak - Be Strong lyrics

[INTRO] Haha! If it ain't one thing, it's always gonna be a muthaf**in' nother. Word to my grandaddy I'm gonna let this beat ride for about two bars, then get back at ya [Verse 1] I'm on a payphone, standing in a holding cell They took my shirt and my shoes, and I'm cold as hell Every now and then you gotta spend the night in jail But I know the homeboys gonna make my bail 8:30 in the morning, in front of CJC f** a bunch of breakfast, take me to the weed! I just need to blow some trees Even if only momentary, it feels good to be free Holding my little girl in front of the big screen Making love to my lady--these are the big things Spending time with my granny and blowing with Dave Contemplating every mistake I've ever made I should have sipped more lemonade and sat in the shade That seemed so secondary to trying to get paid And I'm only afraid of coming up short So I'm gonna get money every day until I go back to court [HOOK] Every day that I'm gone is one I won't be gone They can't hold me down forever and I'm gonna be home In no time at all, it won't be long I just need everybody back home to be strong [x2] [Verse 2] The telephone makes my time go by so slow The streets talk--if something happens I'm gonna know People want to come and see me, but I tell them not to Talking to them through that gla** just breaks my heart, dude I write a lot of letters, I get a lot of mail People telling me they can't wait for me to get out of jail I miss Mikayla, I miss my girl But I try not to think about the outside world Talk spades and dominoes, Psalms and Proverbs I seem to find peace in God's word Because he's the only real friend that I got in here Even with nothing, I got a lot in here I'd be much happier if I was not in here But hey, I could never get shot in here! They say it's just three hots and a cot in here But I got half my muthaf**in squad in here [HOOK] [Verse 3] They got razor wire fifteen feet high We eat in groups of five with plastic knives Plastic forks, plastic spoons See our kids on Sunday afternoons Collect call to my mama, send me a box CDs, magazines, drawers and socks People get the box, everybody gets locked Phone calls, television, everything just stops Food here's horrible, conditions are deplorable Grown men crying echoes through the corridors More and more I miss my gal The camraderie and fellowship of my pals When I get out, I'm gonna kiss the ground And I just can't wait to hit the town ?Fat Caps,? Kobe Steakhouse Just the thought makes me want to break out [HOOK] [OUTRO] People ask me, if I could go back, if I could do something different, if I had the chance, what would I do? I tell them I don't believe in that if sh**, because if my daddy was a better card player, him and my mama would still be together All my people locked down, hold it down