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I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paperA letter in reply, 7 days later after I wrote 'em"Stay strong, keep your faith in God," what I told himHoping that he's listeningSaid that they tried to give him like a hundred yearsWhat a coincidence, I was bumping some PliesI can taste the salt from my tearsAs the water had start to flood on my eyesI know it gotta be hard being 21 Doing time in the pen of 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 roadSleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeksAin't recieved any mailIt's cold and the hole stinksAnd you can't even blink without niggas testing your lifeAs I read every word that you write, I can only imagineJason Keaton, I can only imagine[Chorus]Life's about decisions manIt's in your hand and you got itJust take control if you canIt's in your hand and you got itLetras de cancionesSitting on the couch, that was my Uncle BobbyAfter He just got out, 15 years to countHaven't seen the world in so longHaven't seen a girl in so longAnd before the sun came up, he was goneLike a fiend off the best rockTrying to get his life together, or what notTyped his name in the system and they couldn't find his identityGot it straight, got a place, found some serenityFound a job, found his Mother's grave site, found a 40 ounceThen he found God, then he bounced, then he found a new chickTwo kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't seeFound this spot in Pasadena and shot with her hand investment (?)Found guilty, somebody had yelled domesticViolence on my Uncle, was working with two strikesOnly out a year, now facing lifeI can only imagineThat's fucked upI can only imagine, Uncle Bob[Chorus]Life's about decisions manIt's in your hand and you got itJust take control if you canIt's in your hand and you got itSitting on the couch, thinking about the ratioof blacks in prison as compact in prisonWhen blacks pack with minoritiesSystem grab more of these 18 year olds18 year sentence with no paroleThe state won't overseeThey make the term severe, a conspiracyThat's what I call it, it's full of shitA toilet can help quick, the government help?No, just put us on death rowJust give us some more guns, then give us some more cokeThen give us another chair, then give us some more ropeThen hang it like right there, yeahIt's just as far on, but 90 percent unfairCare? No.Alcatraz was purchased by a white man For 5 grand, with intentions to expandMore prisonSo these correctionals ain't for rehibiltation They for grossing a bigger bussinesWe've been usedImagineThe truth shall be told[Chorus]Life's about decisions manIt's in your hand and you got itJust take control if you canIt's in your hand and you got it From Letras Mania