Lock Down
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Song by Mac<br /><br> 1997, same-old shit, (whats happening), niggas locked down<br> a cage bird can only sing for so long nigga, you know what I'm sayin'<br> wanna be free, thats real<br> <br> [Verse 1]<br> <br> I was on my way upstate, for felonies, Mac'll never see<br> The sunshine, these good old times, it's haunting me<br> My family is wanting me to break free<br> Plus it's looking as if I'm about to die, in the arms of the justice<br> Plotting my escape, before I made it to the gates<br> Thinking I'ma break, no matter what the shit takes<br> The maximum incarceration is what they got me facing<br> I'm having thoughts of pacing and masturbation<br> Laying up in a cell, never seeing females<br> Reminiscing about the skins I gave hell, oh well<br> Courts ain't even trying to hear my pleases<br> Yelling you gonna get parole when hell freezes<br> A double murder is what I got to explain to God<br> With no holds barred, it's hard, my mind is forever scarred<br> Mercy on a soldier, I'm seeing things Nostradamus couldn't see<br> When all I really wanna be is free nigga<br> <br> [Chorus]<br> (I want to be free, oh yeah <br> I want to be free, oh yeah <br> I want to be free, oh yeah <br> I want to be free, oh yeah <br> I want to be free, oh yeah)<br> <br> [Verse 2]<br> <br> My baby girl is pregnant with a future Mac<br> Waiting for me to come back, but old judge ain't tryin to hear that<br> He wanna see me die of old age, in a two man cage<br> A straight rage, I'd rather be on stage<br> Instead I'm in the pit, over some shit, I didn't commit<br> It was the niggas I was with, but I'm silent<br> Its funny how Lucifer can seduce ya<br> These so called niggas be on the Seas of Madusa<br> Its funny how time walk, when they be in the slammer<br> Facing the type of sentences you can't correct with grammar<br> And I'm dealing with these lifers, some of these niggas find me attractive<br> And be trying to bend me over backwards, but I'm active<br> Years add on, every enemy I shank, penitentiary ain't what you think<br> I wanna be free, wishing I could strangle up all the jurors and prosecutors<br> But I'm trapped with lots of losers<br> <br> [Chorus] <br> <br> [Verse 3]<br> <br> Its been 9 months of pain, in this ball and chain<br> Still thinkin about them days, I was living vain, ain't it strange<br> Cause I'd give anything to move on<br> And play a game of peek-a-boo with my newborn<br> I'm seeing niggas take they own lives under pressure<br> You come in here with attitudes, niggas gonna test ya<br> I'm lookin at the gates, ready to break, I don't fake<br> Tell the judge I'll be rhyming at his wake<br> I'm free nigga<br> <br>
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