Uncle Bobby & Jason Keaton

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper A letter in reply, 7 days later after I wrote 'em "Stay strong, keep your faith in God," what I told him Hoping that he's listening Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years What a coincidence, I was bumping some Plies I can taste the salt from my tears As the water had start to flood on my eyes I know it gotta be hard being 21 Doing time in the pen and your Gram's old Your brother's getting older And the streets is getting colder And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks Ain't recieved any mail It's cold and the hole stinks And you can't even blink without niggas testing your life As I read every word that you write, I can only imagine Jason Keaton, I can only imagine [Hook: Javonte] Life's about decisions man It's in your hand and you got it Just take control if you can It's in your hand and you got it [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Sitting on the couch, that was my Uncle Bobby After he just got out, 15 years to count Haven't seen the world in so long Haven't seen a girl in so long And before the sun came up, he was gone Like a fiend off the best rock Trying to get his life together, or what not Typed his name in the system and they couldn't find his identity Got it straight, got a place, found some serenity Found a job, found his Mother's grave site, found a 40 ounce Then he found God, then he bounced, then he found a new chick Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see Found this spot in Pasadena and shack with her, an investment Then found guilty, somebody had yelled domestic Violence on my Uncle, was working with two strikes Only out a year, now facing life I can only imagine That's fucked up I can only imagine, Uncle Bob [Hook] [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Sitting on the couch, thinking about the ratio Of blacks in prison as compact in prison When blacks pack with minorities System grab more of these 18 year olds 18 year sentence with no parole The state won't oversee They make the term severe, a conspiracy? That's what I call it, it's full of shit A toilet can help quick, the government help? No, just put us on death row Just give us some more guns, then give us some more coke Then give us another chair, then give us some more rope Then hang it like right there, yeah It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair Care? No Alcatraz was purchased by a white man For 5 grand, with intentions to expand More prisons So these correctionals ain't for rehabilitation They for grossing a bigger business Imagine We're being used Imagine The truth shall be told [Hook] [RIP Uncle Bobby Part 2]