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[Verse 1: Kendrick
I was on the couch reading yellow paper
A letter in reply, 7 later after I wrote 'em
"Stay strong, keep your faith in God," what I him
Hoping that listening
Said that they tried to give him like a years
What a coincidence, I was bumping some
I can taste the salt from my
As the water had to flood on my eyes
I know it be hard being 21
Doing time in the pen and your old
brother's getting older
And the is getting colder
And your that he's focused to stay on the right road
in a cell, it's been 30 weeks
Ain't any mail
It's cold and the stinks
And you can't even without niggas testing your life
As I read every word that you write, I can only
Keaton, I can only imagine

[Hook:
Life's decisions man
in your hand and you got it
Just take if you can
It's in hand and you got it

2: Kendrick Lamar]
Sitting on the couch, that was my Bobby
After he just got out, 15 years to
seen the world in so long
Haven't seen a in so long
And before the sun up, he was gone
Like a fiend off the best
Trying to get his life together, or not
Typed his name in the system and couldn't find his identity
Got it straight, got a place, found some
Found a job, found his Mother's grave site, a 40 ounce
Then he found God, then he bounced, then he a new chick
Two kids, wide hips, something in her we didn't see
Found this spot in Pasadena and with her, an investment
found guilty, somebody had yelled domestic
Violence on my Uncle, was working two strikes
out a year, now facing life
I can imagine
That's up
I can imagine, Uncle Bob

[Verse 3: Kendrick
on the couch, thinking about the ratio
Of blacks in as compact in prison
When blacks pack minorities
System grab more of these 18 olds
18 sentence with no parole
The won't oversee
They the term severe, a conspiracy?
That's what I call it, full of shit
A toilet can help quick, the help?
No, put us on death row
Just us some more guns, then give us some more coke
Then give us another chair, then give us some more
Then hang it right there, yeah
It's justice for all but 90 unfair
No
Alcatraz was by a white man
For 5 grand, intentions to expand
More
So these correctionals for rehabilitation
They for grossing a business

We're used

The truth shall be