Текст песни: Jail University + перевод

I went to college and got knowledge but

Went to college and got knowledge but

Went to college and got knowledge but

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

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

I shoulda went to prison

I shoulda went to prison

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