30 Days

I never did time, committed mad crime
Only paid rhymes but now niggaz drop dimes
Harmonizin' on a homicide rap
Singin' in the precinct, tryin' 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 will go fast because I'm true blue
On the D L, back home, I got a stash for ma duke

I stack razorblades in my shoe
Niggaz threaten to kill the AK if I ever come through
And I'm doin' 30 more days in this steel cage
Locked down with men that go both ways

But gays ain't gon' grease me
My razor blade say OPP, niggaz in PC gon' 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 phase
I'm about to go through the government's maze
In about 30 days

You know my name, no shame in my game
Best to fly the kid champagne from Spain
About to go in to push a bid for wrongs I done did
Goin' 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 just gonna party, party
Shit, fiesta, forever

Gun [unverified] up on my floor
All my peeps know they got to keep they damn guns at the door
Don't wanna get hit with a bullet, meanin' 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 hit the fan, debris' gotta blow

Windy days but ain't nothin' changed but the weather
While I'm locked down, the thugs'll write me no love letters
That's for queers, couple of years later, gator

But hold all them crocodile tears because it ain't like I'm dyin'
You see I'm not marked for death, so stop the blood clot cryin'
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 comin' through like X-rays in approximately the next 30 days

But if you think I'm tryin' to skip town
You best to purchase a hearin' aid and ask yourself how that sound
I'm not tryin' to jump bail 'cause that's the dough
That I'ma use to flip up the new connects that I meet in jail

Politicians, they all know this
Every now and then they visit a snitch who helped 'em get rich
Yeah, part of the government's plan
Lock down the man who stack grands
Put him in the hand of Uncle Sam

This the stuff, you can't trust for 30 days
I'm on a bus with niggaz that fuss over tight handcuffs
And while I'm inside, I take in stride
Livin' in prison, stool pigeons know that time don't fly

Days go by, night gets darker but I'm a New York
Whalin' on your ass like Orca
Not the Avon Lady, stay up out my face
It only take a shoelace, for a nigga to catch a new case

You get done in different ways
I'm headed for the cage
Within the next 30 days

Rob Swift handles business