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Hello this is a free pay collect call from Moosa Praise my Lord (How it feel?) Praise my Lord (How it feel?) Praise my Lord (How it feel?) Praise my Lord (How it feel?) Praise my Lord (How it feel?) I was beggin' God for a sign, shine a beacon of light I know I ain’t livin' right Every day is darkness, in this dusty apartment Half-emptied Hennessy bottles and condoms on the carpet Half a bag of cocaine, on the counter by my Smith and Wesson Misdirected I gripped the weapon connect it to my temple Resentful to be so sinful, demons on my mental Dreamin' of when things were simple On SNL with Kanyе, poppin’ Ace at the 40/40 next to Bеyoncé Now I felt like Michelle and Kelly As if my destiny wasn't manifested for me At the same time my dawg James, fightin' an attempted Class X felony Rottin' in Cook County, where rapist facin' forty years He'd be lucky to get a twenty-piece My conversations with him were therapy Imaginin' how he could be so optimistic Prayin' in front of a toilet with no pot to piss in He told me, "Stop and listen Letras de cancionesAllah gives me my freedom If I keep him inside, these devils could never hold my mind in my prison And you outside bitchin’ You need to practice and some gratitude Take heed to the blessings that he granted you" Waitin’ by this phone (This phone) Better days are comin', I know (Comin’, I know) You've been gone so long (So long) But one day you'll be home again (Home again) Just waitin' by that jail phone (By that jail phone) Better days are comin’, I know (Comin', I know) You've been gone so long (You've been gone so long) But one day you'll be home again Before long I'm introduced on the phone to a brother named Moosa See Moosa been in Dixon prison since he was a junior Sentenced to twenty-five years at fourteen, as an adolescent shooter, uh I knew him through my sister Aja Monet She asked me if I can help to shed some light on his case We hop on the horn, knowledge is born Rapping 'bout criminalization of the Black boy Conversation moved forward, then James asked "What's the chance he'd be sent to Dixon?" He says, "Slim to none, Illinois got fifty prisons I got a clemency petition, you could help me pitch it Hold on, let me call you back, the C.O's bitchin'" (Oh, get the fuck up) As James' trial date approached fruition I'm goin' through my own trials, caught a gun possession for the .40 cal All this positive shit and really I'm hardly different Thinkin' I might end up in a cell right by these niggas My mind started flippin' when I heard the judge's decision A decade and a half, they don't want him home 'til 2035 That's that shit'll make you spazz Grab a C.O. and slit his throat with a broken glass Last but not least, in the feat of serendipity This nigga got sent to the same penitentiary I kid you not, on the same cell block So close to this nigga Moosa that they could share cot James started goin' to Jumu'ah He puttin' me on the Quran I'm takin' fruit from the faith of Islam Meditatin' on my burdens since I pray to Allah To keep my head high through the hoopla He surrounded by the wolves and a pool of sharks Fightin' over phone time (Come on, man, motherfuckas got kids too) Wrong place, wrong time Moosa got into an altercation, on some petty shit Wasn't even really his beef, it was his celly's shit Blood everywhere, teeth knocked out (Goofy ass nigga) Busted his mouth, somebody shout Next thing you know the C.O.'s is stomping 'em out (Hey, break it off assholes) Now it's hope of freedom cast in the shadow of doubt All the classes and the programs, dirty toilet, bowl hands Hopin' it wasn't all for nothin' Fast forward to our next discussion He still stressin' over the repercussions He told me he came across an initiative Surroundin' the COVID concernin' clemency prisoners I doubted the significance, I mean shit, how could it be? He ain't supposed to see the streets until 2033 I sent a note to the governor's desk, I knew he wouldn't read I got the call from his lady, three days later, he's home free We passed through great arches A fortress of stone Hands and hair as coarse as wool Feet like burnished bronze as we march through the sea In all of your glory (In all of your glory) You may not fear For the tides are turning There's a wind in your sails (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) Keep on dreaming, keep on loving Keep on moving, keep on discovering, yeah-yeah Keep on existing, keep on resisting Keep on fighting, yeah, yeah (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ah-ha, ah-ha, ah From Letras Mania