Jail Blues - Fredo Bang

Woah

(Ooh, that’s a Hardbody beat)

I’m so tired of seeing these grey walls

I know my momma hate the phone calls

And they say I won’t see the judge till Monday (Yeah)

I ain’t rocking with the trial now, uh

I ain’t get time to make no story either (Fuck)

Just cause I got caught riding with a heater

I wouldn’t tote her if I didn’t need her

Catch my bunk, watch my surrounding

Gotta stay up on my ten, I know this nigga from that world

And I could feel it in the wind

I think that, he got some beef with my ken

(Fuck it)

Nigga we could get it in, ouuuuu

Prosecutors wanna bury me alive

All I ever did was try to stay alive

I got kids and family that need me in they life

You tak away my freedom and you feel like that’s alright

I got jail blues (Yeah, yah)

I got jail blues

I got jail blues (Yeah, yeah)

I got jail blues (Yeah)