Uncle Bobby and Jason Keaton - Kendrick Lamar (肯德里克·拉马尔)

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

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

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 f**ked up

I can only imagine Uncle Bob

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

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

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