Uncle Bobby & Jason Keaton Lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] 

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 and your Gram's old 

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 

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[Hook: Javonte] 

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 

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] 

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 shack with her, an investment 

Then 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 

Photos 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] 

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 justice for all but 90 percent unfair 

Care? No 

Alcatraz was purchased by a white man 

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand 

More prisons 

So these correctionals ain't for rehabilitation 

They for grossing a bigger business 

Imagine 

We're being used 

Imagine 

The truth shall be told 

[Hook] 

[RIP Uncle Bobby Part 2]