Текст (слова) песни: Akinyele - 30 Days

 
I never did time, committed mad crime 
Only paid rhymes, but now niggaz drop dimes 
Harmonizin on a homicide rap 
Singin in the precinct, tryin to catch an R&B contract 
Now they hit me with a one to THREE, personal-LY 
conspira-CY, it don`t mean shit to ME 
The time will go fast, because I`m true blue 
On the DL, back home, I got a stash for Ma Duke 
I stack razor blades in my shoe 
Niggaz threaten to kill the Ak, if I ever come through 
And I`m doin 30 more days, in this steel cage 
Locked down with men that go both ways 
But gays ain`t gon` grease me 
My razor blade say O.P.P., niggaz in P.C. gon` know me 
I`m not the everyday herb 
Actions speak louder than words, so step to the verb 
Fuck a pro-noun, I get down for my crown 
Pass the three-pound, show it to King Clown, and watch him lounge 
You know the whole PHASE 
I`m about to go through the government`s MAZE 
in about 30 days 
 
You know my name, no shame in my game 
Best to fly the kid champagne from Spain 
About to go in, to push a BID, for wrongs I done DID 
Goin away party at the CRIB 
Me and my friends gonna get together 
I didn`t think jail could ever, I learned to never say never 
but now we just gonna party.. party.. 
Shit, fiesta.. for-ever.. 
Gun ? up on my floor 
All my peeps know they got to keep they damn guns at the door 
Don`t wanna get hit, with a bullet, meanin a year time in jail 
if you can`t, comprehend, with the slang friend 
All you do, don`t act like nuts 
It don`t make no sense for the whole crew, to get locked up 
Bad enough I have to go in yo 
But when the shit hit the fan, debris` gotta blow 
Windy days, but ain`t nothin changed but the weather 
While I`m locked down, the thugs`ll write me no love letters 
That`s for queers, couple of years 
later gator, but hold all them crocodile tears 
Because it ain`t like I`m dyin 
You see I`m not marked for death, so stop the bloodclot cryin 
This ain`t The Wizard of Oz where I can tap my heels and go for it 
I take it slow, cause I`ll be home before you know it 
I`m comin through like X-rays 
in approximately, the next 30 days 
 
But if you think I`m tryin to skip town 
You best to purchase a hearing aid and ask yourself how that sound 
I`m not tryin to jump bail, cause that`s the dough 
that I`ma use to flip up the new connects, that I meet in jail 
Politicians they all know dis 
Every now and then they visit a snitch, who helped em get rich 
Yeah part of the government`s plan 
Lock down the man who stack grands, put him in the hand of Uncle Sam 
This the stuff, you can`t trust for 30 days 
I`m on a bus with niggaz that fuss over tight handcuffs 
And while I`m inside, I take in stride 
Livin in prison, stool pigeons know that time don`t fly 
Days go by, night gets darker, but I`m a New York 
Whalin on your ass like Orca 
Not the Avon Lady, stay up out my face 
It only take a shoelace, for a nigga to catch a new case 
You get done in different ways 
I`m headed for the cage 
within the next 30 days 
 
	Rob Swift handles business
 

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