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Inside Lookin Out (feat. DJ Screw)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Inside Lookin Out (feat. DJ Screw) was released on March 13, 2001 by SoSouth as a part of the album No Bond (Chopped & Screwed)

Song Details

AlbumNo Bond (Chopped & Screwed)

Release DateMarch 13, 2001

LabelSoSouth

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM117

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

20-2-Life

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

20-2-Life

Songwriter

Derek Woods

Composer

Robert Earl Davis Jr

Robert Earl Davis Jr

Composer

Lyrics

How can I come up? (Sitting) How can I come up? (Sitting)

How can I come up from the inside looking out?

Sitting in the Harris County Jail, spending all my little time

(Inside looking out)

My driving fancy cars, I'll be starin' at bars and I'm 'bout to lose my mind

(Inside looking out)

So I get up to take a shower, funky toes are everywhere

(Inside looking out)

Saw a trustee eating more than me and I thought it wasn't fair

(Inside looking out)

And it hurts right here

Stuck in here for a year

(Inside looking out)

Sitting in the county, I'm living in an hourglass

Twiddling my fucking thumbs, waiting on time to pass

Sitting in the county, I'm living in an hourglass

Twiddling my fucking thumbs, waiting on time to pass

Sitting in the county, I'm living in an hourglass

Twiddling my fucking thumbs, waiting on time to pass

Till my next court date

But if you been to the county, you know you're holding your own fate

In your own hands

About to go in front of the judge, hoping for a chance

To speak out, and just be heard

To put the scene of the crime in your own words

Thinking 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

**** on the cut to I 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 over-crowded cell in the county

But once my bond's 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 could blame a brother for doing this

I got spotted by a viewer on America's Most Wanted list

But a **** like Black, I think not

But for now I'm on the inside looking out

Sitting in the Harris County Jail (And I'm 'bout to lose my mind)

Sitting in the Harris County Jail (And I'm 'bout to lose my mind)

Sitting in the Harris County Jail (And I'm 'bout to lose my mind)

Inside looking out

Sitting in the courtroom, I'm staring at the fucking judge

Don't want to plead 'cause I know that I had the drugs

And the justice system is fucked up

Chances of being black and getting 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 twenty to life

They found me guilty and sentenced me twenty to life

I'm reading page by page of the Bible every night

They found me guilty and sentenced me twenty to life

I'm reading page by page of the Bible every night

Praying to God to forgive me for my sins

Saying to myself that I'll never do it again

Lying to myself, now ain't that a damn shame

'Cause when I get out this bitch, I'll be jumping 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 walking through the gate, my momma start to scream and shout

Feeling bad 'cause I'm on the inside looking out

Feeling bad 'cause I'm on the inside looking out

Sitting in the Harris County Jail (And I'm 'bout to lose my mind)

Sitting in the Harris County Jail (And I'm 'bout to lose my mind)

Inside looking out

Sitting in the Harris County Jail (And I'm 'bout to lose my mind)

Inside looking out

Sitting in the Harris County Jail, spending all my little time

Back to the mother fuckin stank

Fuck the dumb shit 'cause this time I'm damn sure gon' run the tank

Getting swole than a motherfucker, thinking about them stank hoes

Coming through this bitch dropping **** by the ankles

And the **** that's been know what I'm talking 'bout

Is my stomach strong enough to hold this shit 'til I get out?

These 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 **** get

Slap the living shit outta a **** for a cigarette

They got me off the street although my life was very fucked up from jacking for cars

Now I'm jacking for commissary, no time to play bully in the county ain't no stars, ****

Trying 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 want to see daylight

'Cause when I get out this bitch, I'm damn sure gon' go right

'Cause coming up on the street is what my life was all about

But how can I come up from the inside looking out?

Inside looking out

Inside looking out

Inside looking out

Written by: Derek Woods, Robert Earl Davis Jr

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