this is Joliet Correctional Facility
  you have a collect call from inmate
  yeah this is Tucker
  to accept this call please press 3 now
  thank you
  hello
    [Turtle Banxx]
  hey sis let me speak to momma
  who me on find besides all the drama
  the system took me in but then they took me under
  I suffer being another number
  I wonder if I could conquer dis criminal structure built to puncture
  the hearts of men
  when them guards come in the bars and the pen
  I know I'm in hell and its hard to win
  I stay up late lying in the dark for me
  thinking bout the night the police came marching in
  its like they wouldn't stop barging in
  asking momma what mob I'm in
  try strictly left us some scars within
  fighting back the lyrics of a favorite baptist him
  its over now cant hold a child
  mold a child scold a child or own a child a soldier now
  baby hold your tears
  become a teacher mold ya peers
  let em know its cold in here
  this ain't the way to spend them older years
  I'm over the fears of the world
  no longer momma's pearl in here
  its all clear them older cats school me to the game
  I'm all ears no mo rats or any cold beers
  the ghetto famous disappear
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  they run up in my home
  and took you from my world
  now ya gone and I'm feeling all the pain that your going through
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  sometimes I lay back in my cell crying
  hells blind but I hope I make it through this jail time
  trying to stay focus but I heard they mad me panic before
  I guess thats what I got my family for behind bars
    [Turtle Banxx]
  I'm running outta time
  momma there yet
  where my little brother let me holla at him
  whats up cat
  I got you covered
  stay in the books them streets is a motha
  undercovers posing as hustlers exposing the brothers controlling the
  struggle by any means
  brutality got the police running like the enemy
  our community need more hugs instead of the slugs the guns the drugs
  got crime on killing the love the spirits above
  drop a warning sigh its only 1999
  but all I think about is 85 them good times
  momma give us her last dime
  icey cups you drop yours I give you mine
  true love define us to divine
  calling it on another's pride but I hate to see you cry
  the rain come shine
  my family feel my pain inside
  by the way my baby momma getting married
  brought tears to my eyes I just hope my son happy
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    [Turtle Banxx]
  ran to the phone got a hundred guys like me
  and all we have is precious minutes to reach our people our free
  brother listen be strong for momma
  let her know I never meant to cause her no drama
  the pain make my vain cries thunder
  will I recover my name and still discover how the game become us
  look how they done us
  watered down our pride and drunkers riders g's and hustlers
  we gotta guide our younger theres better days among us
  never let the rage you under upstage the promise till tomorrow
  and the C's just follow wont feel the sorrow
  for the misery we wallowing time swallowing
  them better days in this gaze got my mind boggling
  oh momma and hey lady I miss you
  and them ways you raised me them hard head things that drove you crazy
  realize ya son took a lot of heart from ya
  its phone check time I'm gone momma I love you
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    [chorus 1 3x]