30 Days

I never did time, committed mad crime
Only paid rhymes, but now ****** drop dimes
Harmonizin on a homicide rap
Singin in the precinct, tryin to catch an
R&B contract
Now they hit me with a one to
THREE, personal-
LY conspira-
CY, it dont mean **** to
ME The time will go fast, because
Im true blue
On the DL, back home,
I got a stash for
Ma Duke I stack razor blades in my shoe
****** threaten to kill the
Ak, if I ever come through
And Im doin 30 more days, in this steel cage
Locked down with men that go both ways
But gays aint gon grease me
My razor blade say
O.P.P., ****** in
P.C. gon know me
Im not the everyday herb
Actions speak louder than words, so step to the verb
**** a pro-noun ,
I get down for my crown
Pass the three-pound, show it to
King Clown, and watch him lounge
You know the whole
PHASE Im about to go through the governments
MAZE in about 30 days
You know my name, no shame in my game
Best to fly the kid champagne from
Spain About to go in, to push a
BID, for wrongs
I done DID
Goin away party at the
CRIB Me and my friends gonna get together
I didnt think jail could ever,
I learned to never say never but now we just gonna party .. party..
****, fiesta.. for-ever..
Gun ? up on my floor
All my peeps know they got to keep they damn guns at the door
Dont wanna get hit, with a bullet, meanin a year time in jail if you cant, comprehend, with the slang friend
All you do, dont act like nuts
It dont make no sense for the whole crew, to get locked up
Bad enough
I have to go in yo
But when the **** hit the fan, debris gotta blow
Windy days, but aint nothin changed but the weather
While Im locked down, the thugsll write me no love letters
Thats for queers, couple of years later gator, but hold all them crocodile tears
Because it aint like
Im dyin You see
Im not marked for death, so stop the bloodclot cryin
This aint
The Wizard of
Oz where I can tap my heels and go for it
I take it slow, cause
Ill be home before you know it
Im comin through like
X-rays in approximately, the next 30 days
But if you think
Im tryin to skip town
You best to purchase a hearing aid and ask yourself how that sound
Im not tryin to jump bail, cause thats the dough that
Ima use to flip up the new connects, that
I meet in jail
Politicians they all know dis
Every now and then they visit a snitch, who helped em get rich
Yeah part of the governments plan
Lock down the man who stack grands, put him in the hand of
Uncle Sam
This the stuff, you cant trust for 30 days
Im on a bus with *** *** that fuss over tight handcuffs
And while
Im inside,
I take in stride
Livin in prison, stool pigeons know that time dont fly
Days go by, night gets darker , but
Im a New
York Whalin on your ass like
Orca Not the
Avon Lady, stay up out my face
It only take a shoelace, for a ***** to catch a new case
You get done in different ways
Im headed for the cage within the next 30 days
Rob Swift handles business