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(on your feet) (count)
Count time! (count!) On your feet! (feet!)
Count time! (count!) Say your number! (say it!)
Eight years out and I still don't sleep through the summer
Stand up! (up!) Light on! (on!)
I been free for a while. My body ain't caught on.
Home three thousand days and I still wake at four
Feet on the floor 'fore I know what for
Wife say "baby, lay down." I say "I'm good."
I ain't good. I'm standin' where a door once stood.
I still eat with my arm wrapped 'round the plate (mine)
Still face the exit in a restaurant on a date
Still fold my blanket tight enough to bounce a dime
Still can't walk a hallway with a light that flicker. Every time.
They gave me back my clothes, my wallet and a bus pass
Ain't nobody hand me back the part that they took last.
Count time! (count!) On your feet! (feet!)
Count time! (count!) Say your number! (say it!)
Eight years out and I still don't sleep through the summer
Job application, there it go, the little box
"Ever been convicted." Checked it. Watched her smile lock. (mm)
Forty-one applications. Two called. One was kind.
Dude named Mr. Alvarez. Said "I did four. You fine."
Put me on the dock at five a.m., forklift certified
First check I ever got that I ain't have to hide
So now when a kid come through with plastic on his ankle
I don't ask what he did. I ask "can you lift at a angle?"
Somebody left a door cracked open for me. That's the debt.
I'm holdin' it for you, lil' bro. I ain't let it close yet.
Four a.m... (on your feet)
Still countin'... (say your number)
Number? Nah. I got a name.
(COUNT TIME!)
Count time! (count!) On your feet! (feet!)
Count time! (count!) Say your number! (say it!)
Eight years out and I still don't sleep through the summer
Stand up! (up!) Light on! (on!)
I been free for a while. Tonight I'm gon' try sleepin' till dawn.
Grew up between the church pew and the prison yard. One minute he's talking to God, next minute he's at war. The most honest rapper alive because he hides nothing. He growls the prayer and the threat in the same breath.