Jail Tales lyrics

Rolling in a sweatbox, this ain't me, b
Rolled past my estate, this ain't easy
Feeling like a kid, going off the ends
This time it ain't camping, it off to pen.

Handcuffs too tight, tracksuit don't fit
Man, I really can't see me getting used to this
Got me thinking 'bout cells, all the food and shit
Man, the thought of going in is still ludicrous.

Now I'm sitting in my cell thinking how long I have to
Put up with this hell, trying to put in for my bail
Heard some other youths trying to put it on my girl
And you can't do nothing but put it in the mail.

All the shouting on the phone, stressed with my co-d
Gov's trying to push it but I got to stay low key
First it's my letters, now they're saying no gym
Done my induction, still I got no pin (no phone calls).

Looking forward to my canteen
Lost in the system, plans turned gang green
And I just wanna get in the court
But they put me on a cleaning and listeners course

Green mop for the landing, red for the toilet
Pressing on my buzzer just trying to annoy them
Truth hurts and I'm trying to avoid it
Sentenced for something I was trying to toy with

Reception call kinda made my month
Couple Air Force 1's, CDs to pump
So much canteen for the tapes I made
Had my prison cell looking like a takeaway

And just when I thought I was settling in
Reality hit, such a terrible thing
One brother gave up and it was burning me
'Cause the poor kid had the same bird as me

Felt sick in my belly, sat down
On my bunk speechless, had to thank God for my telly
That's all you really got, no friends, no Henny
So I hate when I hear them say we don't deserve a penny

Freudian slips got me calling it home
Heard my boys on the strip still getting in doe
That's funny cos I ain't heard a peep from them
It's all good, still gonna make peace with him

One night left, nerves going crazy
Butterfly stomach when I hear keys waving
Guys coming back, caught slipping, got lazy
Home time, man I hope somebody saves me