Jail Call Songtext
von Casanova

This call will be recorded and monitored
I have a collect call from Caswell Senior
An inmate at County Detention Facility
Hello? Hello?
Hello? Hello?
Hello? Hello?
Yo
This shit crazy
Have you ever thought of suicide?
On a jail call while your mother cried
She ain′t understand you had to ride
It was him or you, it was do or die
Pick up, I'm on a jail call
Pick up, I′m on a jail call
Pick up, I'm on a jail call
I got some shit I gotta tell y'all
Slowly walking down the corridor
I got four in, twenty-four more
They saying free me on the internet
I′m a hour away, ain′t get a visit yet


Plus my commissary getting low
My niggas on trial, hope they don't blow
But if they beat the case, that′ll be the day
'Cause them niggas fighting murders with the legal aid
All this time, this can′t be real
Man, I should have took a plea deal
The whole system need to rebuild
Shit, look what they did to Meek Mill
Plus my bunkie is a junkie
My baby mama told my mama she don't want me
She told me, what she gotta visit for?
And I should never bring my child on no visit floor
Have you ever thought of suicide?
On a jail call while your mother cried
She ain′t understand you had to ride
It was him or you, it was do or die
Pick up, I'm on a jail call
Pick up, I'm on a jail call
Pick up, I′m on a jail call
I got some shit I gotta tell y′all
I'm just claiming what I′m banging on the walk-in
C-74, I brought my hawk in
But this sickle cell got me coughing
Feel like the only way I leave is in a coffin
Twenty-something more years, tryna hold on
Can't wait to see the parole board
But they probably hit me with another five
Then another five, sometime I wanna cry
Sitting in my cell, sometime I wanna die
Kill myself, sometime I wanna try
Then I think of all the good times
Caught another case, now they took my good time
They said I cut a nigga in the face
But so what? He was out of place
And to the trappers buying houses, living beautifully
Don′t end up in this gated community
Have you ever thought of suicide?
On a jail call while your mother cried
She ain't understand you had to ride
It was him or you, it was do or die
Pick up, I′m on a jail call
Pick up, I'm on a jail call
Pick up, I'm on a jail call
I got some shit I gotta tell y′all
Every morning I wake, still living behind these gates
My spirit started to flake, gotta live with this one mistake
My man started that beef, he know I had it on me
I caught a body for that nigga and he ratted on me
Damn, that nigga fucking with the cops
My baby mom ain′t just fucking, man, she fucking with the opps
I should have known she was a motherfucking thot
I'm thinking to myself, why I left my motherfucking block?
I should have stayed my ass home in the crib, chill with the kids
Went outside shooting a SIG, look what I did
Shit, I left my babies fatherless
They gon′ feel how I felt when my father left
Suicide thoughts are just a part of stress
But they giving me meds and I'm beyond depressed
So sorry mama, I′ma end it all
Soon as I end this call
Have you ever thought of suicide?
On a jail call while your mother cried
She ain't understand you had to ride
It was him or you, it was do or die
Pick up, I′m on a jail call
Pick up, I'm on a jail call
Pick up, I'm on a jail call