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[Verse 1: Lamar]
I was on the couch reading yellow paper
A letter in reply, 7 later after I wrote 'em
"Stay strong, your faith in God," what I told him
Hoping that he's
Said that they tried to give him like a hundred
What a coincidence, I was bumping some
I can the salt from my tears
As the water had to flood on my eyes
I know it gotta be hard 21
Doing time in the pen and your old
brother's getting older
And the streets is colder
And your hoping that he's to stay on the right road
Sleeping in a cell, it's 30 weeks
Ain't any mail
It's cold and the stinks
And you can't even without niggas testing your life
As I every word that you write, I can only imagine
Keaton, I can only imagine

[Hook:
Life's about man
in your hand and you got it
Just take if you can
in your hand and you got it

[Verse 2: Kendrick
Sitting on the couch, that was my Uncle
After he just got out, 15 years to
Haven't seen the world in so
seen a girl in so long
And before the sun up, he was gone
Like a off the best rock
to get his life together, or what not
Typed his name in the system and they couldn't his identity
Got it straight, got a place, found some
Found a job, found his Mother's grave site, found a 40
Then he found God, then he bounced, he found a new chick
Two kids, hips, found something in her we didn't see
Found this spot in Pasadena and shack her, an investment
found guilty, somebody had yelled domestic
Violence on my Uncle, was working two strikes
Only out a year, now facing
I can only
That's up
I can imagine, Uncle Bob

[Verse 3: Lamar]
Sitting on the couch, thinking the ratio
Of blacks in as compact in prison
When blacks pack with
System grab more of these 18 olds
18 year sentence no parole
The state won't
They the term severe, a conspiracy?
That's what I call it, it's full of
A toilet can help quick, the government
No, just put us on row
Just give us some more guns, give us some more coke
Then give us another chair, then give us some rope
hang it like right there, yeah
It's for all but 90 percent unfair
No
Alcatraz was by a white man
For 5 grand, with to expand
prisons
So these correctionals ain't for
They for grossing a business

We're being

The truth shall be