Twista - Jail Time lyrics

(feat. Turtle Banxx) this is Joliet Correctional Facility you have a collect call from inmate yeah this is Tucker to accept this call please press 3 now thank you hello [Turtle Banxx] hey sis let me speak to momma who me on find besides all the drama the system took me in but then they took me under I suffer being another number I wonder if I could conquer dis criminal structure built to puncture the hearts of men when them guards come in the bars and the pen I know I'm in hell and its hard to win I stay up late lying in the dark for me thinking bout the night the police came marching in its like they wouldn't stop barging in asking momma what mob I'm in try strictly left us some scars within fighting back the lyrics of a favorite baptist him its over now cant hold a child mold a child scold a child or own a child a soldier now baby hold your tears become a teacher mold ya peers let em know its cold in here this ain't the way to spend them older years I'm over the fears of the world no longer momma's pearl in here its all clear them older cats school me to the game I'm all ears no mo rats or any cold beers the ghetto famous disappear [chorus 1] they run up in my home and took you from my world now ya gone and I'm feeling all the pain that your going through [chorus 1 in background of chorus 2] [chorus 2] sometimes I lay back in my cell crying hells blind but I hope I make it through this jail time trying to stay focus but I heard they mad me panic before I guess thats what I got my family for behind bars [Turtle Banxx] I'm running outta time momma there yet where my little brother let me holla at him whats up cat I got you covered stay in the books them streets is a motha undercovers posing as hustlers exposing the brothers controlling the struggle by any means brutality got the police running like the enemy our community need more hugs instead of the slugs the guns the d** got crime on k**ing the love the spirits above drop a warning sigh its only 1999 but all I think about is 85 them good times momma give us her last dime icey cups you drop yours I give you mine true love define us to divine calling it on another's pride but I hate to see you cry the rain come shine my family feel my pain inside by the way my baby momma getting married brought tears to my eyes I just hope my son happy [chorus 1] [chorus 1 in background of chorus 2] [chorus 2] [Turtle Banxx] ran to the phone got a hundred guys like me and all we have is precious minutes to reach our people our free brother listen be strong for momma let her know I never meant to cause her no drama the pain make my vain cries thunder will I recover my name and still discover how the game become us look how they done us watered down our pride and drunkers riders g's and hustlers we gotta guide our younger theres better days among us never let the rage you under upstage the promise till tomorrow and the C's just follow wont feel the sorrow for the misery we wallowing time swallowing them better days in this gaze got my mind boggling oh momma and hey lady I miss you and them ways you raised me them hard head things that drove you crazy realize ya son took a lot of heart from ya its phone check time I'm gone momma I love you [chorus 1] [chorus 1 in background of chorus 2] [chorus 2] [chorus 2 2x] [chorus 1 3x]