Ludacris [Verse]
You lookin at a man that would die for his daughter, jus to let her breathe.
And I'll defininetely die for Jesus couse he died for me.
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder jus to see what he seen
But then I'd take em right back to see Martin Luther dream.
I Dreamed that i could tell Martin Luther we made it
But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated.
Locked up in a cell block, Lost from da shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks.
Look up in my mail box
I get letters from my cousin every week
Sayin he wanna hit the street
But he never struck a deal
'cause his mouth will never squeal
Put some money on his books, And help him out with his appeals
Send some pictures of the fam, and nasty pix of Shawnna
If you ever have to leav I got ya mother and ya daughter
Born in dis way of livin and da youth is stuck
To be safe, its safe to say the justice systems f**ked up.
[Chorus]
If you doin 25 to life, stay up homie
I got ya money on ice so, stay up homie
If you locked in a box keep makin it through
Do ya time, don't let ya time do you
All my peoples in da pits, stay up homie
And until you hit da bricks, stay up homie
If you locked in a box keep making it thru
Do ya time, don't let ya time do you
Beanie Segal [Verse]
Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me I ain't seen it all
That box a muthaf**ka it'll stress a nigga balls
Espectually when you broke and home base, ain't exceptin ya calls
Ya don't hear ya name when its male time
Got dem damn jailhouse barbers pushin back on ya hairline
Them f**kin center guards will hav stuck in appeal line
Ya bitch missed da VI dis weekend
Da food in locker keep shrinkin, ya cellie feet stinkin
Da canteen ran out of menthols
Can't see how grown men wash other men draws
Niggas play da phone room wreckless and get hit wit new enditements
Talkin bout old connects and new prices
Stress wil take a young nigga and give em an old face
Stress wil take a dumb nigga and give em a new case
The shit I used to talk i walk it
Lil Itchy all he did was smoke weed and drink coffee
I know he miss me
Beanie Segal and Ludacris [Chorus]
To my man lil Nil
Stay up homie
To my man Steve P
Stay up homie
If you locked in a box keep makin it thru
Do ya time, don't let ya time do you
To my man Paul Saline
Stay up homie
To Abdul Mckey
Stay up homie
If ya locked in a box keep makin it thru
Do ya time, don't let ya time do you
Pimp C [Verse]
Huh, if ya people locked up ya need to send em some shit
'cause its never to late to stop being a bitch
A magazine and sum pictures is a niggas whole world
When I was down dem niggas fell out so im ridin wit the girls
'cause they got mo heart than these fake ass dudes
Ain't send no letters, no book, and no money for no food
'cause commissary is so very necessary
Its so close to being slavery in Texas nigga its scary
I reached out to C-murder right before I came home
And when them folks let me go I made sho that his books was on
Then 3 months later that nigga came home too
Ain't No Limit to dis shit 'cause now his dreams cumin true
Imma keep ridin wit Bun 'cause UGK will never stop
And imma stay down for my partners til they let them off of lock. bitch!
And im as real as you can be they scream free Pimp C
And now see da Pimp free (C-murder)!
C-Murder [Verse]
Wake up roll call, another day gone by
Now put a X on November 25
Im still alive
Open dem Death Row bars
Now dis dead man walkin parkin million dollar cars
Its slavery, hard labor catch da feel
Red-kneck on a hearse while ya its real
Wit a shot gun burnin at da back of ya dome
300 years left my dawg ain't never cumin home
1 fight dude got stabbed, he locked up now
I almost died in camp J nigga ride or cry (cry)
Even suicide attempts, Precious took his own life
White boyz couldn't handle da pain dat night
You gotta fight 4 ya shoes, or get ya ass took
And walk around with lipstick and pocketbook
You all in bitch sit down when you piss
Sweet ass, you a hoe, watch I blow you a kiss
C-Murder and Ludacris [Chorus]
To my cousin Jimmie Watson
Stay up homie
To my homeboy Mac
Stay up homie
If ya locked in a box keep make it thru
Do ya time, don't let ya time do you
Pimp C and Ludacris [Chorus]
To my nigga Pharoah
Stay up homie
To my nigga Z-Ro
If ya locked in a box keep makin it thru
Do ya time, don't let ya time do you
To da King Larry Hoover
Stay up homie
To my nigga Shano
Ya gotta stay up homie
If ya locked in a box keep makin it thru
Do ya time, don't let ya do you
To da homeboy Shyne
Stay up homie
Ludacris [Chorus]
To my nigga Mystikal
Stay up homie
If ya locked in a box keep makin it thru
Do ya time, don't let ya time do you
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