Lockdown

<br>Mac talking:<br><br><br><br>Ima send this out to my nigga soulja slim<br><br>My nigga cold jack, my nigga curve<br><br>My nigga ween just touched down<br><br><br><br>Verse 1<br><br><br><br>I was on my way upstate, for felonies, mac would never see<br><br>The sunshine, these good old times, its haunting me<br><br>My family is wanting me to break free<br><br>Plus its looking as if Im about to die, in the arms of the justice<br><br>Plotting my escape, before I made it to the gates<br><br>Thinking ima break, no matter what the shit takes<br><br>The maximum incarceration is what they got me facing<br><br>Im having thoughts of pacing and masterbation<br><br>Laying up in a cell, never seeing females<br><br>Reminiscing about the skins I gave hell, oh well<br><br>Courts aint even trying to hear my pleases<br><br>Yelling you gonna get parole when hell freezes<br><br>A double murder is what I got to explain to god<br><br>With no holds barred, its hard, my mind is forever scarred<br><br>Mercy on a soldier, Im seeing things nostradamus couldnt see<br><br>When all I really wanna be is free nigga<br><br><br><br>Chorus x2<br><br><br><br>This is for my people locked down<br><br>Hold you heads up and stand your ground<br><br>On the block its the same struggle<br><br>The cops put a bad lock on the hustle<br><br>They hate to see the niggas buckle<br><br><br><br>Verse 2<br><br><br><br>My baby girl is pregnant with a future mac<br><br>Waiting for me to come back, but old judge aint tryin to hear that<br><br>He rather see me locked in this rage, in a two man cage<br><br>A straight rage, Id rather be on stage<br><br>Instead Im in the pit, over some shit, I didnt commit<br><br>It was the niggas I was with, but Im silent<br><br>Its funny how lucifer can seduce ya<br><br>These so called niggas be on the seas of madusa<br><br>Its funny how time walk, when they be in the slammer<br><br>Facing the type of sentences you cant correct with grammer<br><br>And Im dealing with these lifers, some of these niggas find me attractive<br><br>They be trying to bend me over backwards, but bitch I aint having it<br><br>Years add on, every enemy I shank, penetentary aint what you think<br><br>I wanna be free, wishing I could strangle up all the jurors and prosecutors<br><br>But Im trapped with lots of losers<br><br><br><br>Chorus x2<br><br><br><br>Verse 3<br><br><br><br>Its been 9 months of pain, in this ball and chain<br><br>Still thinkin about them days, I was living vain, aint it strange<br><br>Cause Id give anything to move on<br><br>And play a game of peek-a-boo with my newborn<br><br>Im seeing niggas take they own lives under pressure<br><br>You come back here with attitudes, niggas gonna test ya<br><br>Im lookin at the gates, ready to break, bitch I dont fake<br><br>Tell the judge Ill be rapping at his wake<br><br><br><br>Chorus x2