....in jail without the bail....in jail without the bail...in jail without the bail

Handcuffed in the back of a bus forty of us
the road it was rough plus nobody I could trust
headed upstate no chance for escape
barbed wire & guards in the guntower secured the gate
my uncle's fate with life without parole
thank God I was blessed with a out-date
I can't wait but I got to
you prolly wouldn't have did what I did to catch a bid,
but I'm not you
I got a crew still on the streets
they don't write me letters, take time to visit a brother or bother to send me cheddar
but never did I sweat it, I know they got a life to live-
my man J got a wife and kid
and these are the consequences my actions committed
some cats that I used to visit, now I live with
along with squealers, killers, drug dealers, some rich brothas, crackheads, con-artists, child molesters, dick suckers; all types of individuals
sort of like the melting pot for criminals
the system is designed to stock the plentiful
this old cat in the hood told me that
with every bad situation comes some good, it's understood
prison ain't good for my health
looking in the mirror introducing me to myself
I studied my thoughts, my ways, the routes I took
though I read daily, it ain't all about the books
it's all about the lessons you learn through your
experience, applying it in a positive way, period
all praise be to Allah
I used to scheme till he showed me the straight way
Seurat A Mustakeem
now I'm on the V-I telling moms about Islam
she called me a blasphemous fool, I stay calm
the world wasnt ready for the changes I made
they was waiting for the nigga I was in 12th grade
everyday the same old thing I walk the yards
set up in the chow hall with Abdul Rahim
cats waiting in the infirmiry line for their medicine
boarish Americans walk around with circle sevens
the older heads playing horseshoes sometimes chess
tripping when I first seen a faggot with breasts in the shower with a cap
getting hit from the back
white dudes on basketball courts kicking hacky sacks
card games, ball games, face it
everybody time on their hands, most of it wasted
anything to make the time fly as soon as possible
cats used to sleep all day, that's unacceptable
heads getting cracked over unpaid debts, either a shank or a lock in the side will do the trick
correction officers; devils advocate
and when it's time to go home parole boards wasn't having it
life was hell everyday the devils trying me but I paid my debt to society
and after 27 months of my life I'll tell you one thing....
I know why the caged bird sings

in jail without the bail...in jail without the bail...in jail without the bail - I know why the caged bird sings...

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I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings pt.II song meanings
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