Jail Call

Have you ever thought of suicide

On a jail call while your mother cryin'?

She ain't understand you had to ride

It was him or you, it was do or die

Pick up I'm on a jail call

Pick up I'm on a jail call

Pick up I'm on a jail call

I got some shit I gotta tell y'all

Slowly walkin' down the corridor

I got four in, twenty-four more

They sayin', "Free me" on the internet

I'm an hour away, ain't get a visit yet

Plus my commissary gettin' low

My **** on trial, hope they don't blow

But if they beat the case, that'll be the day

'Cause **** fightin' murders with a legal aid

All this time, this can't be real

Man, I shoulda took the plea deal

The whole system need to rebuild

Shit, look what they did to Meek Mill

Plus my bunkie is a junkie

My baby momma told my momma she don't want me

She told me, "What she gotta visit for?"

And "I should never bring my child on no visit floor"

Have you ever thought of suicide

On a jail call while your mother cryin'?

She ain't understand you had to ride

It was him or you, it was do or die

Pick up I'm on a jail call

Pick up I'm on a jail call

Pick up I'm on a jail call

I got some shit I gotta tell y'all

I'm just claiming what I'm bangin' on the walk in

C-74, I brought my hawk in

But this sickle cell got me coughin'

Feel like the only way I leave is in a coffin

Twenty somethin' more years, tryna hold on

Can't wait to see the parole board

But they'll probably hit me with another five

Then another five, sometimes I wanna cry

Sittin' in my cell sometime I wanna die

Kill my self sometime I wanna try

Then I think of all the good times

Caught another case, now they took my good time

They said I cut a **** in the face

But so what? He was outta place

And to the trappers buyin' house livin' beautifully

Don't end up in this gated community

Have you ever thought of suicide

On a jail call while your mother cryin'?

She ain't understand you had to ride

It was him or you, it was do or die

Pick up I'm on a jail call

Pick up I'm on a jail call

Pick up I'm on a jail call

I got some shit I gotta tell y'all

Every morning I wake up still livin' behind these gates

My sprits start to deflate, gotta live with this one mistake

My man started that beef, he know I had it on me

I caught a body for that ****, and he ratted on me

Damn, that **** fuckin' with the cops?

MY baby mom ain't just fuckin', man, she fuckin' with ops

I should've known she was a motherfuckin' thot

I'm thinkin'  to myself, "Why I left my motherfuckin' block?"

I should've stayed my ass home in the crib, chilled with the kids

Went outside shootin' a cig, look what I did

Shit, I left my babies fatherless

They gon' feel how I felt when my father left

Suicide thoughts just a part of stress

What they givin' me meds and I'm beyond depressed

So sorry, mama, I'ma end it all

Soon as I end this call

Have you ever thought of suicide

On a jail call while your mother cryin'?

She ain't understand you had to ride

It was him or you, it was do or die

Pick up I'm on a jail call

Pick up I'm on a jail call

Pick up I'm on a jail call

I got some shit I gotta tell y'all