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[Verse 1: Lamar]
I was on the couch reading yellow paper
A letter in reply, 7 days later I wrote 'em
"Stay strong, keep faith in God," what I told him
Hoping that he's
Said that tried to give him like a hundred years
What a coincidence, I was some Plies
I can taste the salt my tears
As the water had start to on my eyes
I know it gotta be being 21
Doing time in the pen and your old
Your getting older
And the streets is colder
And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the road
Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30
recieved any mail
It's cold and the hole
And you can't even blink without niggas your life
As I read every that you write, I can only imagine
Keaton, I can only imagine

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

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

[Verse 3: Lamar]
Sitting on the couch, about the ratio
Of blacks in prison as in prison
When blacks pack minorities
grab more of these 18 year olds
18 year sentence no parole
The state won't
They make the severe, a conspiracy?
what I call it, it's full of shit
A can help quick, the government help?
No, put us on death row
Just give us some more guns, then give us more coke
Then give us another chair, then us some more rope
Then hang it right there, yeah
It's justice for all but 90 percent
No
Alcatraz was purchased by a man
For 5 grand, with to expand
More
So these correctionals ain't for
They for grossing a business

We're being

The truth be told