-I’ve traded in DJ’ing at nightclubs and bars
-For these county bars
-I have a Jacob Brothers watch and a Lucky silver bracelet
-Now I have these unlucky silver handcuffs
-Man
-This can’t be life
-I had a couple warrants
-But I got rid of that
-When you get issued some of those issued
-It’s kind of like someone ordered up a hit
-I used to stay fresh to death
-Today I’m in county orange jumpers
-Even my feet stayed clean
-I kept em in Stacy Adams
-As I look down
-I see a pair of Bob Barkers
-I wish for once I could swap one old those ty trays
-For an all you can war city wok buffet
-This can’t be life
-Charges are lies with humor
-They remind me kind of like rumors
-Judges are haters
-Lawyers are agents
-I use to have people over to party and kick it
-Now people only come to jail to visit
-I miss making boost mobile chirp calls
-All I can do from here is make collect calls
-Can someone bring my big fluffy bed
-Because the dude on my top bunk
-Feet smell dead
-I’m a grown man
-With a lights out time
-Plus this cells
-Nothing like the room of mine
-The police were my life savers
-Because they took me to the hole
-Commissionaires like a grocery list for the store
-Back in the day
-I mailed letters at night
-In here communication like that
-Is called a kite
-And even though this can’t be life
-Chapel’s just like church
-So with prayer
-I’ll be
-Alright