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>
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[Verse 1]<br>
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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>
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[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>
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[Verse 2]<br>
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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>
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[Chorus] <br>
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[Verse 3]<br>
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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>
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