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?
[Hook]
Have you ever thought of suicide
On a jail call while your mother cryin'?
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
[Verse 1]
Slowly walkin' down the corridor
I got four in, 24 more
They sayin' "free me" on the internet
I'm an hour away, ain't get a visit yet
Plus my commissary gettin' low
My niggas on trial, hope they don't blow
But if they beat the case, that'll be the day
'Cuz niggas fightin murders with a legal aid
All this time this can't be real
Man I shoulda 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 momma told my momma she don't want me
She told me, "what she gotta visit for?"
And "I should never bring my child on no visit floor"
[Hook]
Have you ever thought of suicide
On a jail call while your mother cryin'?
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
[Verse 2]
I'm just claimin' what I'm bangin' on the walk in
C-74, I brought my hawk in
But this sickle cell got me coughin'
Feel like the only way I leave is in a coffin
20-somethin' more years, tryna hold on
Can't wait to see the parole board
But they'll probably hit me with another five
Then another five, sometimes I wanna cry
Sittin' 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 outta place
And to the trappers buyin' houses livin' beautifully
Don't end up in this gated community
[Hook]
Have you ever thought of suicide
On a jail call while your mother cryin'?
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
[Verse 3]
Every morning I wake still livin' behind these gates
My spirit start to deflate, 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 fuckin' with the cops
My baby mom ain't just fuckin', man she fuckin' with the ops
I should've known she was a motherfuckin' thot
I'm thinkin' to myself, "Why I left my motherfuckin' block?"
I shoulda stayed my ass home in the crib, chilled with the kids
Went outsite shootin' a cig, look what i did
Shit, I left my babies fatherless
They gon' feel how I felt when my father left
Suicide thoughts just a part of stress
What they givin' me meds and I'm beyond depressed
So sorry momma, I'mma end it all
Soon as I end this call
[Hook]
Have you ever thought of suicide
On a jail call while your mother cryin'?
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
Jail Call was written by Casanova.
Jail Call was produced by Terence “Delivery Boy” Odige.