Discover the poetic beauty in ‘When I Get Free [Album Version]’ by 2Pac. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2Pac or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
M.A. Parks, C57797, you have a visitor
Right there, stall three
Hi baby.
Wassup honey?
Hey you know it’s just only one more week until family visit.
Yeah I’ma rock them drawers.
A-heh.
Yeah but you know did you take care of that bidness I asked you to do?
I made those deposits.
Okay that’s cool you bring that shit?
Yeah I got it.
Aright see that guard over there?
Mm-hm.
When you get done just hand him the shit, he know wassup.
Aright. Hey you know E just got cracked, he’s in jail now.
What?
Yeah, Go-Go’s out. I just saw him runnin’ around the other day.
Ah, f*ck that fool. But anyway, what’s happenin’ with my moms?
She gave me a message for you:
She said she’s sorry she couldn’t be here today, but she’ll be here next week.
Aright well check this out, I got somethin’ real important
I want you to tell her
C’mon c’mon this shit’s over with.
I’m not done talking to him!
C’mon boy, back to your cell.
Shut that shit up bitch! He’s outta here, c’mon.
Don’t be callin’ my woman no bitch! I’ll f*ck you up!
Yeah yeah fool, what? Yeah yeah that’s what they all say fool.
You institutionalized, and this is your home…
Guess who’s back, and ready to knock off a cop or two
‘Cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off
The penitentiary don’t stop a nigga ’cause he’s in jail
Hell I’m makin’ more money on the street from here in a cell
I’m livin’ proper, the coppers is havin’ fits
I just made the profit, you punks ain’t stoppin’ shit
I still remember my momma told me
Find the cop who killed your brother
Send him to Hell lookin’ homely
‘Cause a real nigga love the law
What’s raw is a nigga that’s above the law
Keep pressin’ your luck and get fucked, huh
Think a nigga don’t know whassup ’cause he’s locked up
But in the meantime, it’s get swoll get clean time
Concentrate on gettin’ green time
And as the years go by, they forgot
About the small time soldier from the block, huh
To kill the crook they threw the book at me
Don’t worry be nappy, don’t even look happy
Put me in the hole, gave me cold cuts
Did push-ups until I swoll’ up
And then they offer me a furlough
But what they don’t know as soon as I get free I’m killin’ five mo’
They asked me if I changed much
I told em ‘Yeah’ even though I’m still the same nut
They started askin my questions about my brother
And makin’ remarks about my mother, hmm
Wait a minute, hold up
makin’ jokes about my folks’ll get yours blown up
They sent me back to the hole for what I told em
I guess he didn’t believe me, so I showed him
He went home to find a tragedy
Nigga, that’s what you get for tryin’ to badger me
And anybody else that want to sweat me
I’m already in jail so you punks can’t get me
You better pray they never see me
‘Cause if they let me free, prepare for trouble on the streets.
When I get free
When I get free
When I get free
When I get free
When I get free