KENDRICK LAMAR

KENDRICK LAMAR - Jason Keaton & Uncle Bobby lyrics

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I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

A letter in reply, 7 days later after I wrote 'em

"Stay strong, keep your faith in God, " what I told him

Hoping that he's listening

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

What a coincidence, I was bumping some Plies

I can taste the salt from my tears

As the water had start to flood on my eyes

I know it gotta be hard being 21

Doing time in the pen of your Gram's old <i>[?]</i>

Your brother's getting older,

And the streets is getting colder,

And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Ain't recieved any mail

It's cold and the hole stinks

And you can't even blink without niggas testing your life

As I read every word that you write, I can only imagine

Jason Keaton, I can only imagine

<i>[Chorus:]</i>

Life's about decisions man

It's in your hand and you got it

Just take control if you can

It's in your hand and you got it

Sitting on the couch, that was my Uncle Bobby

After He just got out, 15 years to count

Haven't seen the world in so long

Haven't seen a girl in so long

And before the sun came up, he was gone

Like a fiend off the best rock

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Typed his name in the system and they couldn't find his identity

Got it straight, got a place, found some serenity

Found a job, found his Mother's grave site, found a 40 ounce

Then he found God, then he bounced, then he found a new chick

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Found this spot in Pasadena and shot with her hand investment <i>[?]</i>

Found guilty, somebody had yelled domestic

Violence on my Uncle, was working with two strikes

Only out a year, now facing life

I can only imagine

That's fucked up

I can only imagine, Uncle Bob

<i>[Chorus:]</i>

Life's about decisions man

It's in your hand and you got it

Just take control if you can

It's in your hand and you got it

Sitting on the couch, thinking about the ratio

Of blacks in prison as compact in prison

When blacks pack with minorities

System grab more of these 18 year olds

18 year sentence with no parole

The state won't oversee

They make the term severe, a conspiracy

That's what I call it, it's full of shit

A toilet can help quick, the government help?

No, just put us on death row

Just give us some more guns, then give us some more coke

Then give us another chair, then give us some more rope

Then hang it like right there, yeah

It's just as far on, but 90 percent unfair

Care? No.

Alcatraz was purchased by a white man

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

More prison

So these correctionals ain't for rehibiltation

They for grossing a bigger bussines

We've been used

Imagine

The truth shall be told

<i>[Chorus:]</i>

Life's about decisions man

It's in your hand and you got it

Just take control if you can

It's in your hand and you got it

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