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 don't mean shit to 
ME The time will go fast, because 
I'm 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 I'm doin 30 more days, in this steel cage 
Locked down with men that go both ways 
But gays ain't gon' grease me 
My razor blade say 
O.P.P., niggaz in 
P.C. gon' know me 
I'm 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 I'm about to go through the government's 
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 didn't 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 
Don't wanna get hit, with a bullet, meanin a year time in jail if you can't, comprehend, with the slang friend 
All you do, don't act like nuts 
It don't 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 ain't nothin changed but the weather 
While I'm locked down, the thugs'll write me no love letters 
That's for queers, couple of years later gator, but hold all them crocodile tears 
Because it ain't like 
I'm dyin You see 
I'm not marked for death, so stop the bloodclot cryin 
This ain't 
The Wizard of 
Oz where I can tap my heels and go for it 
I take it slow, cause 
I'll be home before you know it 
I'm comin through like 
X-rays in approximately, the next 30 days 
But if you think 
I'm tryin to skip town 
You best to purchase a hearing aid and ask yourself how that sound 
I'm not tryin to jump bail, cause that's the dough that 
I'ma 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 government's plan 
Lock down the man who stack grands, put him in the hand of 
Uncle Sam 
This the stuff, you can't trust for 30 days 
I'm on a bus with niggaz that fuss over tight handcuffs 
And while 
I'm inside, 
I take in stride 
Livin in prison, stool pigeons know that time don't fly 
Days go by, night gets darker, but 
I'm 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 
I'm headed for the cage within the next 30 days 
Rob Swift handles business