uncle Bobby & Jason Keaton feat. J Avon特

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper
A letter in reply
7 days later after I wrote em
'Stay strong keep your faith in God ' what I told him
Hoping that hes listening
Said that they tried to give him
Like a hundred years
What a coincidence I was bumping some Plies
I can taste the salt from my tears
As the water had start to flood on my eyes
I know it gotta be hard being 21
Doing time in the pen and your Grams old
Your brothers getting older
And the streets is getting colder
And your hoping
That hes focused to stay on the right road
Sleeping in a cell its been 30 weeks
Aint recieved any mail
Its cold and the hole stinks
And you cant even blink without niggas testing your life
As I read every word that you write I can only imagine

Jason Keaton I can only imagine

Lifes about decisions man
Its in your hand and you got it
Just take control if you can

Its in your hand and you got it
Sitting on the couch that was my Uncle Bobby
After he just got out 15 years to count
Havent seen the world in so long
Havent seen a girl in so long
And before the sun came up he was gone
Like a fiend off the best rock
Trying to get his life together or what not
Typed his name in the system
And they couldnt find his identity
Got it straight got a place
Found some serenity
Found a job
Found his Mothers grave site
Found a 40 ounce
Then he found God
Then he bounced
Then he found a new chick
Two kids wide hips
Found something in her we didnt see
Found this spot in Pasadena and shack with her
An investment
Then found guilty
Somebody had yelled domestic

Violence on my Uncle
Was working with two strikes
Only out a year now facing life
I can only imagine

Thats f **ked up

I can only imagine Uncle Bob

Lifes about decisions man
Its in your hand and you got it

Just take control if you can
Its in your hand and you got it
Sitting on the couch
Thinking about the ratio
Of blacks in prison as compact in prison
When blacks pack with minorities

System grab more of these 18 year olds
18 year sentence with no parole
The state wont oversee
They make the term severe a conspiracy
Thats what I call it
Its full of shit
A toilet can help quick
The government help
No just put us on death row
Just give us some more guns
Then give us some more coke
Then give us another chair
Then give us some more rope
Then hang it like right there yeah
Its justice for all but 90 percent unfair
Care No
Alcatraz was purchased by a white man
For 5 grand with intentions to expand

More prisons
So these correctionals aint for rehabilitation
They for grossing a bigger business
Imagine

Were being used

Imagine

The truth shall be told

Lifes about decisions man
Its in your hand and you got it

Just take control if you can
Its in your hand and you got it