30 Days Lyric by Akinyele
I never did time, committed mad crime
Only paid rhymes, but now niggaz 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 shit 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
Niggaz 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., niggaz in p.c. gon know me
Im not the everyday herb
Actions speak louder than words, so step to the verb
Fuck 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..
Shit, 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 shit 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 niggaz 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 nigga 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
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