Jail University

Lyrics

Pre-Chorus vamp I went to college and got knowledge but Went to college and got knowledge but Went to college and got knowledge but Chorus I shoulda went to prison I shoulda went to prison I shoulda went to prison My moms would've been trippin' I shoulda went to prison I shoulda went to prison It's tough to see my vision but Verse 1 Jail over Yale Rikers over Rutgers Cell instead of dorms,
 Inmates for frat brothers Chow, not the caf,
 letters instead of email Quarters for the jack,
 my hand is a female I shoulda went to prison, 
I shoulda went to prison I'd have gotten three meals and showers Free gear, mad books,
 daylight for an hour I ain't need fun, right now I need funds When I got out, all of my boys would have been prouder Like, "My dude is home!" Bokeem Woodbine in Jason's Lyric Stringer Bell picking Avon up It's a bigger celebration than graduation, you hate to hear it But it's the truth, I just wake y'all up This ain't play-play 'cause I came aiming to game change And with a record, it would help out my record, a safe haven For rappers that spout violence or even that drop science Without some proof of your struggle, that hustle, they not buying I'm a graduate, I'm glad for it, but damn I had to pay They could've wrapped my wrists and had me clipped and locked my ass away Instead, I'm mad and pissed, 'cause I be rapping slick, but half my days They treat me average and I owe massive chips to Sallie Mae Chorus I shoulda went to prison I shoulda went to prison Verse 2 I'd have been successful at rapping, flowing and spitting If I dropped out of college, pushed O's and then went to prison No, it's not a guarantee but I could have saved on tuition When you pen albums while you in the pen, people listen Institution of correction, over one with higher learning Chances are in my profession, there would be a higher earning College gave a little knowledge when I had that fire burning But I want the streets to love me, so I guess the tide is turning Either weed-head, hipster or I join the elite dead Can't be a thug without street cred Do a couple years, I could say I used to hustle and squeeze lead And I only rap now 'cause I need bread Can't flash money on Worldstar, or stunt in front the cameras With my drugs and my jewels and my dudes with all our hammers Making threats, taking bets, it'd be hard to raise my status If people knew I was passing all my classes on a campus Spofford over Harvard, 
prison over Princeton State pen instead of Penn State, 
I got you listening The yard, not the U,
 freedom, I'm prepared to lose Choose solitary confinement instead of Syracuse I would've seen more,
 bet I would've done more This is just a theory y'all, 
truly I am unsure Sure I would have had to sell weight,
break some gun laws Even if my verses were unflawed, nobody cares I shoulda went to prison, 
I shoulda went to prison Saigon said I was tripping when I said that maybe prison Was the piece that might be missing from my story and my mission 'Cause he lived inside that system for some years his family missed him When I watched him tell his stories, it intrigued me and I listened and The same with Maino, he came home and hit the pavement With the attitude that he was gon' get in the game and take it I was getting in the game but I was Thinking I could change it I was, 
living with my mother, I got further education Man I could've read those books inside a cell without a major Or professors, or a dorm I could've studied with The Nation Met some bloods and crips, and repped a set and gained a reputation Wouldn't have these student loans, yo they be garnishing my wages I don't know who would have visited or who'd have wrote me letters I don't think my commissary would have been too filled with cheddar But I would have dodged the "homo" situations if they set it I got peoples, I know lifers, I could fight, and I'll be dead before, 
I get violated I'm stating this but I'm jaded, I know I got you debating Like maybe he might be crazy For praising prison I'm praying that this is simply a phase I'm just saying All my fans don't give a damn about my grades I'd rather the aggravation of losing emancipation And being incarcerated and feeling emasculation And possible lacerations and pleasure from masturbation I guess that my fascination with jail is an aberration to y'all I sound stupid as hell Think if I moved in a cell, well then my music would sell It's kind of ignorant and different, but I spit it so well That college has to be the reason my career ain't excel I know J. Cole sold, maybe he's the one exception,
Some people took a class or two, but I ain't skip a session or semester It affected my blessings, maybe it lessened my breadwinning I'm guessing Because I got all those lessons Kanye dropped out, you seen what happened after Drake left school and became a successful rapper I should've been clapping and trapping and busting caps Instead of pledging in a frat to become an Alpha or Kappa Could have tossed a couple clips and not a graduation cap Look I was slacking, hope I got a reaction Chorus