Akinyele - 30 Days Lyrics
I never did time, committed mad crimeOnly paid rhymes, but now niggaz drop dimesHarmonizin on a homicide rapSingin in the precinct, tryin to catch an r&b contractNow they hit me with a one to three, personal-lyConspira-cy, it dont mean shit to meThe time will go fast, because Im true blueOn the dl, back home, I got a stash for ma dukeI stack razor blades in my shoeNiggaz threaten to kill the ak, if I ever come throughAnd Im doin 30 more days, in this steel cageLocked down with men that go both waysBut gays aint gon grease meMy razor blade say o.p.p., niggaz in p.c. gon know meIm not the everyday herbActions speak louder than words, so step to the verb***** a pro-noun, I get down for my crownPass the three-pound, show it to king clown, and watch him loungeYou know the whole phaseIm about to go through the governments mazeIn about 30 daysYou know my name, no shame in my gameBest to fly the kid champagne from spainAbout to go in, to push a bid, for wrongs I done didGoin away party at the cribMe and my friends gonna get togetherI didnt think jail could ever, I learned to never say neverBut now we just gonna party.. party..Shit, fiesta.. for-ever..Gun ? up on my floorAll my peeps know they got to keep they damn guns at the doorDont wanna get hit, with a bullet, meanin a year time in jailIf you cant, comprehend, with the slang friendAll you do, dont act like nutsIt dont make no sense for the whole crew, to get locked upBad enough I have to go in yoBut when the shit hit the fan, debris gotta blowWindy days, but aint nothin changed but the weatherWhile Im locked down, the thugsll write me no love lettersThats for queers, couple of yearsLater gator, but hold all them crocodile tearsBecause it aint like Im dyinYou see Im not marked for death, so stop the bloodclot cryinThis aint the wizard of oz where I can tap my heels and go for itI take it slow, cause Ill be home before you know itIm comin through like x-raysIn approximately, the next 30 daysBut if you think Im tryin to skip townYou best to purchase a hearing aid and ask yourself how that soundIm not tryin to jump bail, cause thats the doughThat ima use to flip up the new connects, that I meet in jailPoliticians they all know disEvery now and then they visit a snitch, who helped em get richYeah part of the governments planLock down the man who stack grands, put him in the hand of uncle samThis the stuff, you cant trust for 30 daysIm on a bus with niggaz that fuss over tight handcuffsAnd while Im inside, I take in strideLivin in prison, stool pigeons know that time dont flyDays go by, night gets darker, but Im a new yorkWhalin on your ass like orcaNot the avon lady, stay up out my faceIt only take a shoelace, for a nigga to catch a new caseYou get done in different waysIm headed for the cageWithin the next 30 daysRob swift handles business
