Song Description

past jail experience

Lyrics

Jail Time

Verse One
Yo a mad dirty place where I been I dont want return a point of no return at my release I was scared 2 enter back into society cause Im still not in peace hate towards them punk mothafuckaz who help contribute from my home away departure I believe in a cause like a martyr but dont agree wit women doin all they can 2 use child support az an excuse 2 put away they tha father at night when a hommie iz resting Im havin mad flash backs like vietnam war vets remenicing tha battle ground my heart steady racing feels good yo layin in a bed wit a pillow full of feathers still depress 4 not at all getting we care about u letters hate comin past that jail in commute it just only open up new wounds internaly which leaves me in a silent verbal mute tellin myself I wont come back but I came back doin Jail Time

Hook
Itz a Shame When I Try Reach 4 Tha Stars Instead I m Reaching Through Metal Bars I Dont Have Trust In Tha Justice System Cause I m Tha One Who iz alwayz tha Victim Thatz Tha Symptom (2x)

Verse Two
Yo I waz locked up before that akon song on earth itz hell degrading clothing appeal sharing a live in cell waking up 2 dude on a toilet wit a shit smell thiz iz some real stuff aint no fairy tale everybody I knew waz wondering where my where abouts tha badges comin 2 take me away from my home where abouts women are my many down falls leading 2 violents runin from tha police wit out an allience caught by on coming officers a head spittin shut tha car off wit pistols aimed at my head I blame females I thought had my life in back I blame them strick ass courts on their policy on absence leading 2 a capius that procecuters serve in bond hearings wit an attack denied 4 release arriving once where I came HU3 cell block biterness no peace 2 I be once again decessed from serving Jail Time


Verse Three
Behind tha wall food garbage each a horrible meal goin 2 bed wit an empty stomach feel waiting 4 canteen week livin off oodles of noodles stocking up standing guard against inmate intruders visits come shorter my collect calls not answerd in touch dial order stayin on tha low underground like an indie release promoted through a show showers cut off during bathing a short second missing tha warm steam in bathing witnessing fist fights witnessing grown men cryin through my eyez in sights after tellin hiz story aimin 4 glory lock down at 11 getting out of there waz like heaven from serving Jail Time