Now huh
“Nothing to the heart” huh
Now let's pray that arm candy
That you left your ex for, stay down and come in handy
'Cause come January it gets cold, when the letters start to slow
And your commissary's low, and your lawyer screams “appeal!!”
Only thinking about a bill and your chances are nil
Damn, gravity's ill
- Jay-Z (Fallin’, 2007)
We playing on a higher game of chess
Once you delegate his bills, who gon' fukk his bytch the best?
- Pusha T (Nosetalgia, 2013)
What you know about ya towel on ya cell, when you alone at night
Or a jailhouse hunger srike
Or you sitting in ya cell and just zone one night
And you think: "DAMN, I'm neva coming home one night"
You got 5 years in, neva been flown a kite
You hear grown men moan at night
They got you stuck in the can
White man, got you fukkin ya hand
Ya wife on land, FUKKIN ya man
- Beanie Sigel (What Ya Life Like, 2000)
#HopeThatAintWentOverYaHead