30 Days

I never did time, committed mad crime

Only paid rhymes, but now ****** 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 to

THREE, personal-

LY conspira-

CY, it don't mean **** to

ME The time will go fast, because

I'm true blue

On the DL, back home,

I got a stash for

Ma Duke I stack razor blades in my shoe

****** 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

O.P.P., ****** in

P.C. gon' know me

I'm not the everyday herb

Actions speak louder than words, so step to the verb

**** a pro-noun,

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..

****, fiesta.. for-ever..

Gun ? 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 **** 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 bloodclot 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 hearing 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 dis

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 ****** 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 ***** 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