Correction Lyrics Jail Call by Casanova

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This call will be recorded and monitored. I have a collect call from...Caswell Senior
An inmate at County Detention Facility
Hello? Hello? Hello?! Hello? Hello?

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, 24 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 niggas on trial, hope they don't blow
Bbut if they beat the case, that'll be the day
'Cuz niggas fightin murders with a legal aid
All this time this can't be real
Man I shoulda took a 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 claimin' 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
20-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 myself 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 nigga in the face
But so what? He was outta place
And to the trappers buyin' houses 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 still livin' behind these gates
My spirit 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 nigga, and he ratted on me
Damn, that nigga fuckin' with the cops
My baby mom ain't just fuckin', man she fuckin' with the ops
I should've known she was a motherfuckin' thot
I'm thinkin' to myself, "Why I left my motherfuckin' block?"
I shoulda stayed my ass home in the crib, chilled with the kids
Went outsite 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 momma, I'mma 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

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