| How can I come up
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| From the inside looking out
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| Sitting in the Harris County Jail
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| Spending all my little time
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| Inside looking out
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| Not driving fancy cars
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| I’m just staying at bars
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| And about to lose my mind
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| Inside looking out
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| So I get up to take a shower
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| Funky toes are everywhere
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| Inside looking out
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| Saw a trustee eating more than me
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| And I thought it wasn’t fair
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| Inside looking out
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| And it hurts right here
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| Stuck in here for a year
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| Inside looking out
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| Sitting in the county
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| I’m living in an hourglass
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| Twiddling my fucking thumbs
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| Waiting on time to pass
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| Till my next court date
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| But if you been to the county
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| You know you’re holding your own fate
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| In your own hands
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| About to go in front of the judge
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| Hoping for a chance
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| To speak out, and just be heard
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| To put the scene of the crime in your own words
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| Thinking witness, man, I doubt to my scenario
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| Maybe now, but I got one shot
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| So here I go
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| Right now I can’t afford to be locked up
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| Niggas and the crooks
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| I keep my dope and that’s fucked up
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| For what I said you know I about to get a gang or time
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| They found me guilty
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| And now I’m confined
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| To an over-crowded cell in the county
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| For what’s my boy said
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| They billed a hired bounty hunter
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| To make the most and, you know, stick around
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| Cause like a beef in the night
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| I’m damn sure go’n skip town
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| But who could blame a brother for doing this
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| But for now I’m on the inside looking out
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| (Sitting in there this kind of jail)
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| Sane about to lose my mind
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| Inside looking out
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| Sitting in the courtroom
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| I’m staring at the fucking judge
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| Don’t want to plead
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| Cause I know that I had the drugs
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| And the justice system is fucked up
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| Chances of being black and getting off really suck
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| Cause young black men
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| Couple of problems
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| I really
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| My way
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| Trying to solve them
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| Because the judge got me
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| In oppression
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| Once in a jail cell
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| Now I learned my lesson
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| They found me guilty
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| And sentenced me 20 to life
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| They found me guilty
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| And sentenced me 20 to life
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| I’m reading page by page
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| Of the Bible every night
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| Praying to God to forgive me for my sins
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| Saying to myself that I’ll never do it again
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| Lying to myself
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| Now ain’t that a damn shame
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| When I get out this bitch
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| I’ll be jumping back in the game
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| But for now I better do my time
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| With good behavior
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| Walking through the gate my thoughts shout
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| Cause I’m on the inside out
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| Cause I’m on the inside looking out
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| Feeling bad cause I’m on the inside looking out
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| (Sitting in there this kind of jail)
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| Sane about to lose my mind
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| Inside looking out
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| Back to the mother fuckin stank
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| Fuck the dumb shit
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| Cause this time I’m damn sure
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| Go’n run the tank
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| Getting swol'. |
| mother fucker
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| Thinking about them stank
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| Ho’s coming through this bitch
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| Dropping niggas by the ankles
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| And the niggas that’s been
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| Know what I’m talking about
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| Is my stomach strong enough
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| To hold this shit
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| Till I get out
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| This mother fucker. |
| me
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| A chamber full of misfits
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| Three. |
| and a cot
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| Some hard ass bitch gets
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| The county’s a bitch, boy
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| That’s paranoid as a nigga get
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| Slap the living shit
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| Out of a nigga for a cigarette
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| They got me off the street
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| Although my life was very fucked up
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| For jacking for cars
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| Now I’m jacking for commissary
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| No time to play bully in the county
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| Ain’t no stars, nigga
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| Trying to squeeze your head
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| Through the motha fuckin bars
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| Bitch take the shoes off your feet
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| Or even worth it trying to hang you
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| With the motha fuckin bed sheets
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| Sleep with your eyes open
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| If you want to see daylight
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| Cause when I get out this bitch
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| I’m damn sure go’n go right
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| Cause coming up on the street
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| Is what my life was all about
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| But how can I come up
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| From the inside looking out?
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| Inside looking out |