Concrete Couch (Hot Seat Alternate Version) Scarface

[Verse 1: Scarface]
Just waking up, I gotta thank God
Fired up a square—that's how my day starts
Early mornin' buzzin' got me lookin' at life
Outside, I see movin' pictures, look at the lights
It's just another Saturday it seems like
Got dressed and hit the corner with my team, right
Smoke it, roll it up and pass it around
Now I'm stoned and my ass is barely draggin' the ground
No sooner than I think they woulda thought of
A cop walks over, never saw him
"Excuse me, mister officer man, I wasn't tryna disrespect"
And started coughin' again
Eyes red as a bandana
And one time heavy on his antenna
At his request they sent a squad car
And then they put my Black ass behind bars

[Chorus: Jack Freeman]
Just wanna pack up my bags, and get out of this hole
Can't believe they treat me so bad
Can't believe they actin' so cold
I just wanna leave this room
I'm still sitting on this concrete couch
Just waiting for the judge to say, that I'm gon' be free today, yeah