Joell will release his street album called "The Brick (Bodega Chronicles)" April 24 on Koch Records. The album was recorded while Joell was trying to get signed and going through some tough times personally. Even though he is signed to Aftermath Entertainment, Dr.Dre allowed him to release the street album on Koch Records. The Brick will feature productions from DJ Premier, Showbiz, The Alchemist, Domingo, Ho Chi from Killahertz Productions, Lil' Fame of M.O.P., Novel, and Moss, among others. Guest spots will include Big Daddy Kane, Styles P, Big Noyd, M.O.P, Akon, Immortal Technique, Grafh, Ras Kass, Stimuli, and Novel.
He is currently part of the hip-hop supergroup Slaughterhouse
Same Time
Joell Ortiz Lyrics
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Damn
Knew I shoulda stayed off that fuckin' stupid-ass block
Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you again
Fuck
Oh well
I heard so many stories, guess I'm here now
So this is three hots and a cot?
A bunkie I don't know in some funky cell block?
Guess I'll stay to myself and if they try me, I'll pop
Since I was tiny I could box, but I ain't tryna get shot
And everybody lookin' grimy, I gotta find me a ox
They askin' if I'm homie or I'm cuz, but I'm not
I'm NFL, guess it's time I find me a slot
Yo, who controllin' these phones? I gotta dial back home
How you write a letter? Where you get the paper?
How much is a stamp? How you mail it out, playa?
Damn, this shit fucked up, really fucked up
I'm super hungry, but this shit for lunch, yuck
And one CO got it in for me, I got tough luck
Think I used to rough his nephew up on that yellow bus
I wonder if my girl livin' right
An OG told me never call in the mornin' or night
He said the afternoon's safe, that's when she'll speak clear
'Cause if a nigga spent the night, he probably still there
I play chess with my homie in the wheelchair
Never once asked him how he got in there
I never beat 'em either, but, shit, I don't care
Them stories that he sell make me feel like I gotta pull outta here
Every morning I'm out there on the count
Every evening I'm in here thinkin' 'bout
How the judge really gave me that amount
And how old I'ma be when I get out
Why the fuck I'm here?
Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you
You're in here at the same time
Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you again
But we don't do the same time
Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you
You're in here at the same time
Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you again
But we don't do the same time
I'm in and out this place every couple years
Face tatted with a couple tears
Yellin' at some faggot up on the upper tier
He keep cryin' through the night, like, "Why the fuck I'm here?
Nigga, deal with it, I keep my gun close
And anybody face appeal with it, it's real, Richard
Commissary never a problem, my locker packed, and
If I ain't got it, then you got a snack, holla back
I'm finna hit the yard, lift the entire rack
Today, I'm doin' chest and back
Extra pack of sticks on the juggle from a Redskin fumble
How wild is that? When it come to the playoffs, the Giants— nah
Got a kite and a pic from this Guyanese bitch
I used to fuck with dreads, shit gettin' fucked in my head
New fresh batch of hooch on the way have nigga twisted
Extra toothpaste my next visit, keep my breath hidden
My brother saw my problem in the other house
Some newcomer runnin' his mouth, so he ran in his
And if he wanna take it further, them hammers is out
You know my name and what my handle about, wassup?
Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you
You're in here at the same time
Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you again
But we don't do the same time
Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you
You're in here at the same time
Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you again
But we don't do the same time
The lyrics of Joell Ortiz's song "Same Time" touch on themes of incarceration, isolation, and the longing for freedom and connection. The song opens with the singer expressing frustration with their current circumstances, possibly alluding to the monotony and dangers of life in a particular neighborhood or environment. The lyrics convey a sense of regret and resignation, as the singer realizes they should have avoided certain situations or places.
As the song progresses, the focus shifts to life behind bars. The lyrics depict the singer feeling like they are constantly being watched, living in a fishbowl where every move is observed. The mention of "three hots and a cot" refers to the basic necessities provided in prison, but the singer expresses their disorientation and discomfort in this unfamiliar environment.
There is a reference to the singer's identity and belonging, as they are questioned about their affiliation with certain groups. They express a desire to stay out of trouble and avoid getting shot, stating that they possess boxing skills but do not want to engage in violence. The lyrics also touch on the singer's longing for home and their confusion regarding the prison system's rules, such as writing letters and using phones.
The second verse explores the singer's concern for their loved ones on the outside. They wonder if their partner is being faithful and recall advice from an older inmate about the best time to call. The lyrics also mention a friendship with a person in a wheelchair, depicting a connection formed within the prison walls.
The third verse delves into the singer's experiences of being in and out of prison, punctuated by face tattoos and tears. They express their frustration with other inmates and allude to violence as a means of maintaining respect and defending themselves. The lyrics also contain references to the prison economy, such as commissary supplies and makeshift alcohol (hooch).
Overall, "Same Time" provides a glimpse into the emotional and psychological toll of incarceration. The lyrics convey the complex mix of emotions experienced by someone navigating life behind bars, including longing, frustration, and a sense of survival. It sheds light on the struggles faced by individuals trying to maintain a sense of self, connect with loved ones, and find purpose amidst the oppressive environment of prison.
Line by Line Meaning
Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you
In the midst of feeling weary and worn out from the situation
Damn
Expressing frustration and disappointment
Knew I shoulda stayed off that fuckin' stupid-ass block
Realizing the regret of being in a dangerous and troublesome neighborhood
Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you again
Cycling back to a state of weariness and exhaustion from the situation
Fuck
Expressing frustration and annoyance
Oh well
Accepting the current circumstances with resignation
I heard so many stories, guess I'm here now
Being exposed to numerous tales and tales but ending up in the same place
Everyday's a fishbowl, I'm gettin' staredowns
Feeling constantly watched and scrutinized by others
So this is three hots and a cot?
Questioning the reality of experiencing only basic necessities in prison
A bunkie I don't know in some funky cell block?
Being assigned to share a cell with a stranger in an unpleasant cell block
Guess I'll stay to myself and if they try me, I'll pop
Deciding to keep to oneself but being prepared to defend oneself if provoked
Since I was tiny I could box, but I ain't tryna get shot
Having boxing skills from a young age but having no intention of getting shot
And everybody lookin' grimy, I gotta find me a ox
Observing the untrustworthiness and deceitfulness of others, needing to find protection
They askin' if I'm homie or I'm cuz, but I'm not
People questioning his affiliation with certain groups, but he doesn't belong to any
I'm NFL, guess it's time I find me a slot
Identifying as a talented player in the game of life and searching for opportunities
Yo, who controllin' these phones? I gotta dial back home
Curiously questioning who has control over the prison phones and longing to call home
How you write a letter? Where you get the paper?
Seeking guidance on the process of writing a letter and acquiring writing materials
How much is a stamp? How you mail it out, playa?
Inquiring about the cost of a stamp and the method of sending mail
Damn, this shit fucked up, really fucked up
Expressing deep dissatisfaction and acknowledging the unfairness of the situation
I'm super hungry, but this shit for lunch, yuck
Feeling intense hunger while being dissatisfied with the quality of the prison meal
And one CO got it in for me, I got tough luck
Facing the unfortunate circumstance of having a correctional officer targeted against him
Think I used to rough his nephew up on that yellow bus
Believing that his actions towards the correctional officer's relative in the past led to the animosity
I wonder if my girl livin' right
Having concerns about the faithfulness and behavior of his partner
An OG told me never call in the mornin' or night
Receiving guidance from a wise individual to avoid calling during peak times to maintain discretion
He said the afternoon's safe, that's when she'll speak clear
Being advised that the afternoon is the best time to communicate when the partner is more likely to be truthful
'Cause if a nigga spent the night, he probably still there
Expressing suspicion that if someone spent the night with his partner, they probably haven't left
I play chess with my homie in the wheelchair
Engaging in strategic conversations and interactions with a friend who is in a wheelchair
Never once asked him how he got in there
Never inquiring about the circumstances that led his friend to be in a wheelchair
I never beat 'em either, but, shit, I don't care
Not defeating his friend in chess games, but not being bothered by it
Them stories that he sell make me feel like I gotta pull outta here
The compelling narratives his friend shares motivate him to escape the current situation
Every morning I'm out there on the count
Being present for the daily prisoner count each morning
Every evening I'm in here thinkin' 'bout
Spending the evenings contemplating and reflecting on the circumstances
How the judge really gave me that amount
Reflecting on the severity of the sentence imposed by the judge
And how old I'ma be when I get out
Contemplating how much time will pass before being released
Why the fuck I'm here?
Questioning the reason and purpose of being in prison
I'm in and out this place every couple years
Experiencing a pattern of going in and out of prison every few years
Face tatted with a couple tears
Having visible tattoos on the face, symbolizing the pain and hardships endured
Yellin' at some faggot up on the upper tier
Engaging in verbal confrontations with an individual on a higher level of the cell block
He keep cryin' through the night, like, 'Why the fuck I'm here?
Witnessing someone else's emotional turmoil and frustration within the prison
Nigga, deal with it, I keep my gun close
Advising the person to handle their situation while emphasizing personal protection
And anybody face appeal with it, it's real, Richard
Asserting the seriousness and authenticity of one's intentions to use their weapon
Commissary never a problem, my locker packed, and
Having no difficulties in accessing and filling up the locker with items from the commissary
If I ain't got it, then you got a snack, holla back
If he doesn't possess a particular item, he can rely on someone else to provide a snack
I'm finna hit the yard, lift the entire rack
Preparing to go to the prison yard and lift weights, targeting the complete set of weights
Today, I'm doin' chest and back
Planning to focus on exercising chest and back muscles
Extra pack of sticks on the juggle from a Redskin fumble
Securing an additional pack of cigarettes through a clever manipulation during a football game
How wild is that? When it come to the playoffs, the Giants— nah
Reflecting on the irony that the outcome of a football game impacts his cigarette supply rather than his favorite team, the Giants
Got a kite and a pic from this Guyanese bitch
Receiving a letter and a picture from a woman of Guyanese descent
I used to fuck with dreads, shit gettin' fucked in my head
Alluding to past experiences with women who had dreadlocks causing confusion and turmoil in his mind
New fresh batch of hooch on the way have nigga twisted
Anticipating the arrival of a fresh homemade alcoholic drink that will intoxicate him
Extra toothpaste my next visit, keep my breath hidden
Planning to acquire additional toothpaste during the next visit to maintain fresh breath and hygiene
My brother saw my problem in the other house
Referring to a fellow inmate as his brother who noticed the conflict he was involved in a different cell block
Some newcomer runnin' his mouth, so he ran in his
His 'brother' took action against a new inmate who was speaking disrespectfully
And if he wanna take it further, them hammers is out
Indicating that if the situation escalates, weapons will be employed
You know my name and what my handle about, wassup?
Asserting his reputation and displaying a confrontational attitude
But we don't do the same time
Highlighting the fact that even though they both experience prison, their situations and experiences are different
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Joell Ortiz
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