30 Days

I never did time, committed mad crime Only paid rhymes, but now niggas 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 shit 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 Niggas 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., niggas in P.C. gon' know me I'm not the everyday herb Actions speak louder than words, so step to the verb Fuck 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.. Shit, 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 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 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'mma 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 niggas 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