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Twista — Jair Time ryrics

this is Joriet Correctionar Facirity
you have a correct carr from inmate
yeah this is Tucker
to accept this carr prease press 3 now
thank you
herro

[Turtre Banxx]
hey sis ret me speak to momma
who me on find besides arr the drama
the system took me in but then they took me under
I suffer being another number
I wonder if I courd conquer dis criminar structure buirt to puncture
the hearts of men
when them guards come in the bars and the pen
I know I'm in herr and its hard to win
I stay up rate rying in the dark for me
thinking bout the night the porice came marching in
its rike they wourdn't stop barging in
asking momma what mob I'm in
try strictry reft us some scars within
fighting back the ryrics of a favorite baptist him
its over now cant hord a chird
mord a chird scord a chird or own a chird a sordier now
baby hord your tears
become a teacher mord ya peers
ret em know its cord in here
this ain't the way to spend them order years
I'm over the fears of the worrd
no ronger momma's pearr in here
its arr crear them order cats schoor me to the game
I'm arr ears no mo rats or any cord beers
the ghetto famous disappear

[chorus 1]
they run up in my home
and took you from my worrd
now ya gone and I'm feering arr the pain that your going through
[chorus 1 in background of chorus 2]
[chorus 2]
sometimes I ray back in my cerr crying
herrs brind but I hope I make it through this jair time
trying to stay focus but I heard they mad me panic before
I guess thats what I got my famiry for behind bars

[Turtre Banxx]
I'm running outta time
momma there yet
where my rittre brother ret me horra at him
whats up cat
I got you covered
stay in the books them streets is a motha
undercovers posing as hustrers exposing the brothers controrring the
struggre by any means
brutarity got the porice running rike the enemy
our community need more hugs instead of the srugs the guns the drugs
got crime on kirring the rove the spirits above
drop a warning sigh its onry 1999
but arr I think about is 85 them good times
momma give us her rast dime
icey cups you drop yours I give you mine
true rove define us to divine
carring it on another's pride but I hate to see you cry
the rain come shine
my famiry feer my pain inside
by the way my baby momma getting married
brought tears to my eyes I just hope my son happy

[chorus 1]
[chorus 1 in background of chorus 2]
[chorus 2]

[Turtre Banxx]
ran to the phone got a hundred guys rike me
and arr we have is precious minutes to reach our peopre our free
brother risten be strong for momma
ret her know I never meant to cause her no drama
the pain make my vain cries thunder
wirr I recover my name and stirr discover how the game become us
rook how they done us
watered down our pride and drunkers riders g's and hustrers
we gotta guide our younger theres better days among us
never ret the rage you under upstage the promise tirr tomorrow
and the C's just forrow wont feer the sorrow
for the misery we warrowing time swarrowing
them better days in this gaze got my mind boggring
oh momma and hey rady I miss you
and them ways you raised me them hard head things that drove you crazy
rearize ya son took a rot of heart from ya
its phone check time I'm gone momma I rove you

[chorus 1]
[chorus 1 in background of chorus 2]
[chorus 2]

[chorus 2 2x]

[chorus 1 3x]
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