Testo 30 Days - Akinyele
Testo della canzone 30 Days (Akinyele), tratta dall'album Vagina Diner
I never did time, committed mad crime
Only paid fines, but now niggas drop dimes
Harmonizing on the homicide rap, singing in the precinct
Trying to catch an R&B contract
Now they hit me with a one-two-three, personally
Conspiracy, it don't mean shit to me
The time'll go fast because I'm true-blue
On the D.L., back home I got a stash from Aunt Ju'
I stack razor blades in my shoe
Niggas threaten to kill the Ak' if I ever come through
And I'm doing thirty more days in this steel cage
Locked down with men that go both ways
But gays ain't done greased me, my razor blade say O.P.P
Niggas in P.C. don't know me
I'm not the everyday herb, actions speak louder than words
So step to the verb
Fuck a pronoun, I get down for my crown
Pass the three-pound, show it to King Clown, and watch him lounge
You know the whole (biz)
I'm about to go through the government's (base)
In about thirty days
You know my name, no shame in my game
Best to fly the kids champagne from Spain
About to go in to push a bid, wrongs I done did
Going 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're just gonna party
Party, shit, fiesta, forever
Gun dash up on my floor
All my peeps know they got to keep their damn guns at the door
Don't wanna get hit with a bullet, meaning 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 hits the fan, the breeze gotta blow
Windy days, but ain't nothing change but the weather
While I'm locked down, the thugs write me no love letters
That's for queers, couple of years
Later, gator, behold all them crocodile tears
Because it ain't like I'm dying
You see, I'm not marked for death, so stop the blood-clot crying
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 coming through like X-rays
In approximately the next thirty days
But if you think I'm trying to skip town
You best to purchase a hearing aid and ask yourself how that sound
I'm not trying to jump bail
'Cause that's the dough that I'ma use to flip
With the new connects that I meet in jail
Politicians, they all know this
Every now and then, they visit a snitch who help 'em get rich
Yeah, part of the government's plan
Lock down a man who stack grand, put him in the hand of Uncle Sam
This is stuff you can't trust
In thirty days, I'm on a bus with
Niggas that fuss over tight handcuffs
And while I'm inside, I take it in stride
Living in prison, do pigeons know that time don't fly?
Days go by, nights get darker
But I'm a New Yorker, wailing on your ass like Orca
Knock the Avon lady, stay up out my face
It only take a shoelace for a nigga to catch a new cage
You get done in different ways
I'm headed for the cage within the next thirty days
Rock struck this business
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Writer(s): Paul Mitchell, Akinyele Adams
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