Listen to “Jail Call” and more by Casanova here: https://rocnat.io/n/btsalbum
Rhyming with a gruff intensity and a palpable need to succeed, Brooklyn’s Casanova only speaks facts. Stepping out from behind his tough exterior to reveal his ambitions and vulnerabilities, Casanova shares Behind These Scars, his new album. Additionally today he announced his national headling tour and dropped his impactful new video for “Jail Call” that brings awareness to the suicide rates in prison.
Watch “Jail Call”: http://www.youtube.com/watch?
Lyrics for “Jail Call” Have you ever thought of suicide On a jail call while your mother cried She ain’t understand you had to ride It was him or you… it was do or die Pick up I’m on a jail call I got some shit I gotta tell y’all Slowly walking down the corridor …. I got 4 in got 24 more…… Ni**as saying free me on the internet….. Ima hour away ain’t get a visit yet…… Plus my commissary getting low….. My ni**as on trial hope they don’t blow…… But if they beat da case that’ll be the day……cuz them ni**as fighting murders with a legal aide……. All this time this can’t be real……man I should of took da plea deal…… The whole system need to rebuild……sh*t look what they did to meek mill…….. Plus my bunky…. is a junky……my baby momma told my momma she don’t want me…… She told me what she gotta visit for…… n how she’ll never bring my child on no visit floor……. Have u ever thought of suicide… on a Jail call while your mother cry…. She don’t understand u had to ride…. it was him or u it was do or die……. Pick up I’m on a Jail call….. pick up I’m on a Jail call….. pick up I’m on a Jail call….. I got some sh*t I gotta tell y’all ……. I’m jus claiming what I’m banging on the walk in……. c74 I brought the hawk in…… But this sick uh cells got me coughing……feel like the only way I’ll leave is in a coffin…… Twenty something more years I’m tryna hold on…..can’t wait to see the parole board……. But They’ll probably hit me with another five…… den another five …… sometimes I wanna cry…….. Sitting in my cell some times I wanna die…. kill myself sometimes I wanna try…… Then I think of all the good times….. caught another case now they took my good time…….. They said I cut a ni**a in the face…..but so what he was out of place…… And To the trappers buying houses living beautifully…… don’t end up in this gated community…….. Have u ever heard of suicide… on a Jail call why your mother cry…. She don’t understand u had to ride…. it was him or u it was do or die……. Pick up I’m on a Jail call….. pick up I’m on a Jail call….. pick up I’m on a Jail call….. got some shit I gotta tell y’all ……. Every morning that I wake….. still living behind these gates…… my spirits start to deflate ….. gotta Live with this one mistake ….. My man started that beef he know I had it on me…. I caught a body for that ni**a and he ratted on me….. Damn that ni**a fucking with the cops….. my baby moms ain’t jus f**king man she f**king with the opps….. I should of known she was a mother fucking thot….. I’m thinking to myself y I left my mother f**king block ….. Shoulda stayed my ass home in the crib…. chill with the kids….. went outside shooting the cig….. look what I did…… Shit I left my babies fatherless ….. they Gonna feel how I felt when my father left….. Suicidal thoughts is jus a part of stress…… but they giving me meds and I’m beyond depressed……. So Sorry momma Ima end it all….. soon as I end this call……
Director : Marc Diamond Producer: Malik Marcell Editor : Marc Diamond
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