damnlyrics.com

Do Your Time

You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility

Inmate, state your name, Darren

This phone call may be monitored and recorded

Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up

To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie

To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie

If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through

Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie

To my cuz J.B., stay up homie

If you locked in the box keep, makin' it through

Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

You lookin' at a man that would

Die for his daughter, just to let her breathe

And I'd definitely die for Jesus, 'cause he died for me

Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder, just to see what he's seen

But then I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream

I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it

But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated

Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock

Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks

Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my cuz

And every week said he wanna hit the streets

But he never struck a deal, 'cause his mouth will never squeal

Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal

Send some pictures of the fam, and nasty pics of Shawnna

If you ever have to leave, I got your mother and your daughter

Born in this way of livin' and our youth are stuck

To be safe, it's safe to say the justice system's f***** up

If you doin' 25 to life, stay up homie

I got your money on ice so, stay up homie

If you locked in the box keep makin' it through

Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

All my peoples in the pit, stay up homie

And until you hit the bricks, stay up homie

If you locked in the box keep makin' it through

Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me, I ain't seen it all

That box, a mother*******, it could stress a n**** b****

Especially when you broke and home base, ain't acceptin' your calls

And you don't hear your name when it's mail time

Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushin' back on your hairline

F***** [Incomprehensible] will have you stuck in that pill line

Your b**** missed the V I this weekend

Food in your locker keeps shrinkin', your celly feet stinkin'

The canteen ran out of menthols

Can't see how grown men wash other men drawers

N***** played the phone room reckless, and get hit with new indictments

Talkin' about old connects and new prices

Stress'll take a young n****, give him an old face

Or stress'll take a dumb n****, give him a new case

That s*** I used to tell my walkie lil' itchy

All he did was smoke weed and drink coffee, I know he miss me

To my man Lil' Nell, stay up homie

To my man Steve P, stay up homie

If you locked in the box keep makin' it through

Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

To my man, Paul Selene, stay up homie

To Abdul McKeith, stay up homie

Until I see you in the streets, keep makin' it through

Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

Uhh, if your people locked up, you need to send 'em some s***

'Cause it's never too late to stop bein' a b****

A magazine and some pictures is a n****** whole world

When I was down them n***** fell out, so I'm ridin' with the girls

'Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake a** dudes

They send no letters, no books, and no money for no food

'Cause commissary is so very necessary

It's so close to bein' slavery, in Texas n**** it's scary

I reached out to C-Murder, right before I came home

And when him home, let me go I make sure that his books was on

And three months later that n**** came home too

Ain't no limit to this s*** 'cause now his dream's comin' tru

I'ma keep ridin' with Bun 'cause UGK will never stop

And I'ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot, yeah

And I'm as trill as you can be

They scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free, here I go

Wake up, roll call, another day gone by

Now put a 'X' on November 25, I'm still alive

Open the dead roll balls

Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar cars

It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel

Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's real

With a shotgun, burnin' at the back of your dome

300 years left, my dawg ain't never comin' home

One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine

Almost died, in Camp Jay, n****, ride or cry

Cream has suicide attempts, precious took his own life

White boys can't handle the pain at night

You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your a** shook

And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook

You all in b****, sit down when you piss

Sweet a**, you a h**, watch I blow you a kiss

To my cousin Jimmy Watson, stay up homie

To my homeboy Mack, stay up homie

If you locked in the box keep makin' it through

Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

To my n**** Pharoahe, stay up homie

To my n**** Z Ro, stay up homie

If you're locked in the box, keep makin' it through

Do your time, do your time don't let your time do you

To the King Larry Hoover, stay up homie

To my partner Shan O, you gotta stay up homie

If you're locked in the box, keep makin' it through

Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

To the homeboy Shyne, stay up homie

To my n**** Mystikal, stay up homie

If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through

Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

Enjoy the lyrics !!!