Interlude

Aye, check it out, Bootleg, what up, man?
They got my brother down in the county, dog, you know what I'm sayin'?
I just wanna holla at that nigga livin' down there, dog
What the fuck he goin' through, dog?

They had a motherfucker locked down
Fuck makin' a call and tryna send some mail
Real gangstas call on holidays 'cause we know how to jail
Don't pay my bail, I need that mail to cop a ounce or two
I don't need shit, I'm doin' a bid, I'll call y'all when I'm through
No commissary, so I hustle, motherfuck my bitch
'Cause I need zoom-zooms and wham-whams and smokes and shit
They got me bunkin' with a fiend at night, he makes me mad
Tellin' me stories 'bout some shit I know he never had
White boys be on the phone cryin' like it's life or death
And if they girlfriend miss a visit, them fools'll kill theyself
The food they fry'll make you die, but I got weight to pull
And I can't talk about the food right now, my mouth is full
I keep my mind inside these walls and fuck the outside way
December 25th in jail to me's another day
The weeks, they come, the weeks, they go, but I say fuck 'em all
Nothin' on my mind but doin' time inside these concrete walls