Uncle Bobby and Jason Keaton - Kendrick Lamar

Uncle Bobby and Jason Keaton - Kendrick Lamar (肯德里克·拉马尔)
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 he's 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 Gram's old
Your brother's getting older
And the streets is getting colder
And your hoping
That he's focused to stay on the right road
Sleeping in a cell it's been 30 weeks
Ain't recieved any mail
It's cold and the hole stinks
And you can't 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
Life's about decisions man
It's in your hand and you got it
Just take control if you can
It's 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
Haven't seen the world in so long
Haven't 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 couldn't find his identity
Got it straight got a place
Found some serenity
Found a job
Found his Mother's 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 didn't 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
That's f**ked up
I can only imagine Uncle Bob
Life's about decisions man
It's in your hand and you got it
Just take control if you can
It's 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 won't oversee
They make the term severe a conspiracy
That's what I call it
It's 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
It's 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 ain't for rehabilitation
They for grossing a bigger business
Imagine
We're being used
Imagine
The truth shall be told
Life's about decisions man
It's in your hand and you got it
Just take control if you can
It's in your hand and you got it