You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility   Inmate, state your name, Darren   This phone call may be monitored and recorded   Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up      To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie   To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie   If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through   Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you      To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie   To my cuz J.B., stay up homie   If you locked in the box keep, makin' it through   Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you      You lookin' at a man that would   Die for his daughter, just to let her breathe   And I'd definitely die for Jesus, 'cause he died for me   Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder, just to see what he's seen   But then I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream      I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it   But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated   Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock   Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks      Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my cuz   And every week said he wanna hit the streets   But he never struck a deal, 'cause his mouth will never squeal   Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal      Send some pictures of the fam, and nasty pics of Shawnna   If you ever have to leave, I got your mother and your daughter   Born in this way of livin' and our youth are stuck   To be safe, it's safe to say the justice system's f***** up      If you doin' 25 to life, stay up homie   I got your money on ice so, stay up homie   If you locked in the box keep makin' it through   Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you      All my peoples in the pit, stay up homie   And until you hit the bricks, stay up homie   If you locked in the box keep makin' it through   Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you      Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me, I ain't seen it all   That box, a mother*******, it could stress a n**** b****   Especially when you broke and home base, ain't acceptin' your calls   And you don't hear your name when it's mail time      Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushin' back on your hairline   F***** [Incomprehensible] will have you stuck in that pill line   Your b**** missed the V I this weekend   Food in your locker keeps shrinkin', your celly feet stinkin'      The canteen ran out of menthols   Can't see how grown men wash other men drawers   N***** played the phone room reckless, and get hit with new indictments   Talkin' about old connects and new prices      Stress'll take a young n****, give him an old face   Or stress'll take a dumb n****, give him a new case   That s*** I used to tell my walkie lil' itchy   All he did was smoke weed and drink coffee, I know he miss me      To my man Lil' Nell, stay up homie   To my man Steve P, stay up homie   If you locked in the box keep makin' it through   Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you      To my man, Paul Selene, stay up homie   To Abdul McKeith, stay up homie   Until I see you in the streets, keep makin' it through   Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you      Uhh, if your people locked up, you need to send 'em some s***   'Cause it's never too late to stop bein' a b****   A magazine and some pictures is a n****** whole world   When I was down them n***** fell out, so I'm ridin' with the girls      'Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake a** dudes   They send no letters, no books, and no money for no food   'Cause commissary is so very necessary   It's so close to bein' slavery, in Texas n**** it's scary      I reached out to C-Murder, right before I came home   And when him home, let me go I make sure that his books was on   And three months later that n**** came home too   Ain't no limit to this s*** 'cause now his dream's comin' tru      I'ma keep ridin' with Bun 'cause UGK will never stop   And I'ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot, yeah   And I'm as trill as you can be   They scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free, here I go      Wake up, roll call, another day gone by   Now put a 'X' on November 25, I'm still alive   Open the dead roll balls   Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar cars      It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel   Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's real   With a shotgun, burnin' at the back of your dome   300 years left, my dawg ain't never comin' home      One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine   Almost died, in Camp Jay, n****, ride or cry   Cream has suicide attempts, precious took his own life   White boys can't handle the pain at night      You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your a** shook   And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook   You all in b****, sit down when you piss   Sweet a**, you a h**, watch I blow you a kiss      To my cousin Jimmy Watson, stay up homie   To my homeboy Mack, stay up homie   If you locked in the box keep makin' it through   Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you      To my n**** Pharoahe, stay up homie   To my n**** Z Ro, stay up homie   If you're locked in the box, keep makin' it through   Do your time, do your time don't let your time do you      To the King Larry Hoover, stay up homie   To my partner Shan O, you gotta stay up homie   If you're locked in the box, keep makin' it through   Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you      To the homeboy Shyne, stay up homie   To my n**** Mystikal, stay up homie   If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through   Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you