Lyrics Inside Looking Out - 20-2-Life

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Sittin' in the county, I'm livin' in an hourglass
Twiddlin' my fuckin' thumbs, waitin' on time to pass
To my next court date, but if you been to the county
You know you're holdin' your own fate in your own hands
About to go in front of the judge, hopin' for a chance
To speak out and just be heard
To put the scene of the crime in your own words
Thinkin' will this man adapt to my scenario?
Maybe not, but I got one shot, so here I go

Right now I can't afford to be locked up
Niggas on the cut to keep my dope and that's fucked up
For what I said, you know I'm 'bout to get a gang of time
They found me guilty
And now I'm confined to an overcrowded cell in the county
But once my bond set, they better hire a bounty hunter
To make the most and you know stick around

'Cause like a thief in the night, I'm damn sure gon' skip town
But who can blame a brother for doin' this?
I got spotted by a viewer on America's Most Wanted list
But a nigga like Black'll think not

But for now I'm on the inside lookin' out

Sittin' in the courtroom, I'm starin' at the fuckin' judge
Don't wanna plead 'cause I know that I had the drugs
And the justice system is fucked up

My chances of bein' Black and gettin' off really suck
'Cause I'm a young Black man with a couple of problems
I really hope the jury see it my way and try to solve 'em
Because the judge got me in a state of depression
Once in a jail cell, now I learned my lesson
They found me guilty and sentenced me 20 to life
I'm readin' page by page of the Bible every night
Prayin' to God to forgive me for my sins
Sayin' to myself that I'll never do it again

Lyin' to myself, now ain't that a damn shame?
'Cause when I get out this bitch, I'm jumpin' back in the game
But for now I better do my time
With good behavior, I can get parole in about nine
As I'm walkin' through the gate, my mama start to scream and shout
Feelin' bad 'cause I'm on the inside lookin' out

Back to the motherfuckin' stank

Fuck the dumb shit 'cause this time I'm damn sure gon' run the tank
Gettin' swole and a motherfucker thinkin' 'bout them stank hoes
Comin' through this bitch, droppin' niggas by the ankles
And the niggas that's bent know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Is my stomach strong enough to hold this shit 'til I get out?
This motherfucker's filthy, a chamber full of misfits
Three hots and a cot, yeah, some hard ass biscuits

The county's a bitch, boy, as paranoid as a nigga get
Slap the livin' shit out of a nigga for a cigarette
They got me off the street, although my life was very fucked up
Was jackin' for cars, now I'm jackin' for commissary
No time to play bully in the county, ain't no stars
Nigga try to squeeze your head through the motherfuckin' bars
God forbid you take your shoes off your feet

Or even worse, they'll try to hang
You with the motherfuckin' bed sheets
Sleep with your eyes open if you wanna see daylight
'Cause when I get out this bitch, I'm damn sure gon' go right
'Cause comin' up in the street is what my life was all about
But how can I come up from the inside lookin' out?