L.Smith - Nightmares Of A Lonely Cell lyrics

(Verse 1) I woke up in cold sweats Cold cell Hoody and sweats Arms hurt from All day pumping my chest I look around 4 walls Locked window Locked door C hall With 50 more Down the hall Jumpsuits and white draws Worn before Thinking to myself Back home is stuff I never wore before 5th ave fits I never liked the mall Never played sports But I like to ball 15 wit dreams 8 years could make'em Fumble crumble In a 400 acre metal jungle Rats snakes and apes Fighting over Kicks and plates Showers ain't safe Wit bathing apes Razors to the face sh** is real 3 Skimp meals No More scrimp meals n***as praying for appeals Lock my body Can't trap my mind Rem sleep Is the only time That I free my mind (Hook x2) Nightmares of a lonely cell Judge remanded you And you Can't make bail Better Knuckle up can't be frail Cause only time can tell The tale of your cell (Verse 2) Days go by Hopes rise Staring at the sky No drinking or getting high Just Reading and Writing rhymes Cleansing my mind Playing spades Working out Pa**ing time Keep 2 cents To yourself Cause n***as is dropping dimes Rule number 1 Trust no one Cause these dudes Ain't where u from Don't be dumb So what if u was On the bus wit him That don't make him ya son You shooter outside But in here There's no Guns Rule number 2 Watch how you move You don't talk to n***as But they still clocking you So Watch them n***as Who be watching you Cause know they Be thinking b smoking you Rule number 3 Last but not least Make sure your Lawyer Elite And not cheap And never go to trail If you know you can't beat Because it would be a long time Before you ever see the streets (Hook x2) Nightmares of a lonely cell Judge remanded you And you Can't make bail Better Knuckle up can't be frail Cause only time can tell The tale of your cell (Verse 3) Early morning court dates To stand before state Grand jury and d.A Better have your story straight Pray you not on tape Cause that's a mistake A lot of n***as make For the tale of the tape Some shake the dice Hands tied In Suit and ties Snakes eyes Right before their Eyes 25 to life Lawyer drying Mothers eyes During last goodbye Asking god why You took a slice of Devils pie Crime pays Sometimes You made Ya bed now lie Chin up Don't cry Tough guys Don't testify Penitentiary bide You can't run or hide 3 hour drive Upstate ride Wit 50 guys So ready or not Shackled By my socks Judgement Is the key To the freedom lock Sitting in The holding cell Thinking life is real A movie by the reel I woke up In bookings Wit cold chills