[Intro]
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility
Inmate, state your name
It's Darren
This phone call may be monitored and recorded
Press three if you accept the charges
If not, hang up
[Chorus: Ludacris]
To my cousin Darren Ransom (Stay up, homie)
To my brother Chris Butler (Stay up, homie)
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time (Do your time), don't let your time do you
To my brother Mikey Mike (Stay up, homie)
To my cuz J.B. (Stay up, homie)
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time (Do your time), don't let your time do you
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
You lookin' at a man that would die for his daughter (Yeah), just to let her breathe
And I'd definitely die for Jesus 'cause he died for me (Okay)
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder just to see what he's seen
But then I'd take 'em right back to see Martin Luther's dream (Woo)
I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it (Uh-huh)
But half of my Black brothers are still incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks
Look up in my mailbox (Yeah)
I get letters from my cousin every week, said he wanna hit the streets
But he never struck a deal 'cause his mouth will never squeal
Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal
Send some pictures of the fam and nasty pics of Shawnna (Okay)
And if you ever have to leave, I got your mother and your daughter (Got you)
Born in this way of livin' and our youth was stuck
To be safe, it's safe to say the justice system's fucked up
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility
Inmate, state your name
It's Darren
This phone call may be monitored and recorded
Press three if you accept the charges
If not, hang up
[Chorus: Ludacris]
To my cousin Darren Ransom (Stay up, homie)
To my brother Chris Butler (Stay up, homie)
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time (Do your time), don't let your time do you
To my brother Mikey Mike (Stay up, homie)
To my cuz J.B. (Stay up, homie)
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time (Do your time), don't let your time do you
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
You lookin' at a man that would die for his daughter (Yeah), just to let her breathe
And I'd definitely die for Jesus 'cause he died for me (Okay)
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder just to see what he's seen
But then I'd take 'em right back to see Martin Luther's dream (Woo)
I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it (Uh-huh)
But half of my Black brothers are still incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks
Look up in my mailbox (Yeah)
I get letters from my cousin every week, said he wanna hit the streets
But he never struck a deal 'cause his mouth will never squeal
Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal
Send some pictures of the fam and nasty pics of Shawnna (Okay)
And if you ever have to leave, I got your mother and your daughter (Got you)
Born in this way of livin' and our youth was stuck
To be safe, it's safe to say the justice system's fucked up
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