Haha Yeah if it aint one thing it's always gonna be a motha fuckin otherWord to My grand daddy I'ma let this beat rise for about 2 bars then ima get back at ya check it outcome on, come on,I'm on a pay phone standin in a holding cell took my shirt and my shoes and im cold as hellEvery now and then you gotta spend a night in jail but I know my home boys gonna make my bail8: 30 in the morning front of CJC fuck a bunch of records take me to the weedI just need to blow some droEven if only momentary it feels good to be freeHoldin my lil girl in front of a big screen makin love to my lady these are the big thingsSpendin time wit my granny and blowin wit davecontemplatin every mistake I've ever made yoshouldve sipped more lemonade sat in the shadeSeems so secondary to try to get payed and I'm only afraidOf coming up short so Ima get money ever day til I go back to courtChorus:Every day that I'm gone is when I wont be goneThey cant hold me down forever and im gonna be homeIn no time at all it wont be longI just need everbody back at home to be strongevery day that im gone is when i wont be gonethey cant hold me down forever and im gonna be homeIn no time at all it wont be long I just need everybody back home to be strongthe telephone make my time go by so slowthe streets talk if something happen im gonna knowpeople wanna come see me but i tell em not totalking to em through that glass jus breaks my heart dudeI write alot of letters, I get alot of mailPeople telling me they cant wait for me to get outta jailI miss Mikayla, I miss my girl but I try not to think about the outside worldTall spades and dominoes songs and proverbsI seem to find peace in God's wordCuz he's the only real friend I got in here Even with nothing I got alot in hereBe much happier if I was not here but hey I could never get shot in hereThey say its just 3 hots and a cot in here but I got half my motha fuckin squad in hereChorusThey got electric wire bout 15 feet highwe move so fly with plastic knives, plastic forks, plastic spoonsSee our kids on sunday afternoonsCollect call to my momma, send me a boxcd's, magazines, draws, and soxPeople get the box everybody gets lockedPhone call, television, everything just stopsFood here is horrible, Conditions are inoperableGrown men crying take em to the corridorMore and more I miss my galthe commodory and fellowship i miss my palWhen I get out Ima kiss the groundAnd I Just cant wait to hit the townFat caps, Colby Steak House just the thought make me wanna break outC'mon C'monChorusYeah people ask me if I could go back, If I could do something different, If I had a chance what would I do.I tell em I dont believe in that 'IF' shit cuz if my dad was a better card player him and my momma would still be together you know what i'm sayin check it outand to all my people locked down Hold it down now
