Sick & tired of des mofos messin' up my shine
Bout to make me hafta serve JAILTIME 
And no, it's not about frame of mind
It's about da heart and da soul
Forreal, des games bein' played you can have 'em

Ain't no sucka gon take my shine 
Bout to make me hafta serve JAILTIME
Anger of happiness fills my music's song
That song of thongs that went wrong
Because her physical was too strong

Restless night full of disturbin', long-term thoughts...
Tossed and turned, moaned and fought
Not wanting distant activity
Longing for productivity and stability
Traveling to visit, hold, caress, love,
Missing the most important in my life
Working to meet deadlines to read headlines
While sitting near shorelines
Feels like I should be doing some hard JAILTIME!

Cuz my heart can't take this shyt no mo
I'm saying as i flow from the meadows
As the sunight mellows,
As i reach the peek of my say so...following  
  the expressions of my shadow with the dawn of
  the mornings lovely light,
I leap & I hop around da afternoon of my  
  nap and the evening of my sleep.  
You remind me of a honeysuckle sourness that you
  hate to love that subtle essence of the winds 
  fragrance.  
Rally up the incense for a smelling party of 
  goodness,
Because I am not sure of my JAILTIME!!