Debut Album - Jailhouse Blues
 

(1st verse - ProdaGee)
My word is my bond – I gots to get on
N represent nigga – I gots to drop bombs
I gots to write poems - about da group homes
The juvenile halls and da Rikers Isle dorms
Far from the norm – I’m rappin’ like a storm
Stabbin’ niggaz in dey sleep – nigga bring it on
Bin locked for so damn long – my feelins straight-up gone
How I could jus’ kill a man – ‘not even feel forlorn
I’m feelin’ like a pawn – to homicide I’m drawn
Rippin’ flesh with sharpened toothbrush – dey human form be torn
If it’s darkest ‘fore the dawn – then it’s bin night way too long
Dey keep me in tha hole – where a nigga feelin’ scorned
N when I get let out it’s on – I’ll be shankin’ all da screws
There ain’t no way around it – I got da jailhouse blues
(Sheeeyet)

(hook - Havitt)
When you locked down an’ dey pissin’ in yo food
Can’t even get a visit cos you cussed out all da screws
So many niggaz on yo back you think you might just lose
You got tha jailhouse blues, tha jailhouse blues

(2nd verse - Havitt)
Yo peep tha ill shit wiv tha ill pronunciation
I speak wid slang learned from tha streetz an’ incarceration
I drop it for the homies and the younger generation
In an’ out the joint from young gunz to vetz be catchin’ cases
The bars in here be real – keep you locked up wiv dat steel
You gots to sit it out cos escapin’ gets you killed
My celly hanged his ass an’ my homeboy jus’ got peeled
Jus’ spent my last phone-card - turned down my last appeal
Can’t even get a meal - dat ain’t bin pissed or spat in
What a nigga wouldn’t give jus’ to sneak a fuckin’ gat in
I ain’t even got no baccy – had it raided by tha warden
Tip yo house right over while you out in yard-time ballin’
I’m feelin’ like I’m fallin’ – got a man goin’ insane
Dey lock your body down an’ dey shackle up your brain
A thousand times I’ve climbed the wall n woken up in pain
A thousand times I’ve bin beat down an’ got back up again
There’s gonna come a point where a nigga slip a noose
There ain’t no way around – I got da jailhouse blues

(hook)

(3rd verse - ProdaGee)
Yo son how’s da streetz? Still holdin’ it down?
Don’t even know the 411 – I’m locked up out of town
Rikers Isle be hell that’s why I wear a constant frown
Fearin’ for my life from all men – white black yellow brown
Dey ain’t shit ta play wiv dat’s why a nigga keep a shank
That’s gettin’ served up extra cold for tha first damn fool that prank
Ain’t no time for jokin’ when you locked down all alone
Not one nigga on tha wing dat a nigga know from home
My celly think he’s daddy – think that’ll ever happen?
I strung him up so high they could see him in Manhattan
Let a nigga plead for life – a nigga tried to make me wife
So I cut his balls right off wiv a extra blunted knife
I can’t stand dis shit – all dese fools thinkin’ dey it
Tha shit a nigga see in here make me wanna go legit
No shit – I can’t believe it’s happenin’ like it is
Countin’ seconds in my mind til a nigga back in biz
Yo remember Havitt son – have the jeep parked out tha front
So your homeboy rides tha fuck away while tokin’ on a blunt
But until that day arrive I be locked down wiv dese fools
There ain’t no way around it – I got da jailhouse blues

(hook)
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From tha up n comin' LP "Locked Down N Lovin' it" - See the other post for playlisting