Mac - Lockdown Lyrics
Mac talking:I'ma send this out to my nigga soulja slimMy nigga cold jack, my nigga curveMy nigga ween just touched downVerse 1I was on my way upstate, for felonies, mac would never seeThe sunshine, these good old times, it's haunting meMy family is wanting me to break freePlus it's looking as if i'm about to die, in the arms of the justicePlotting my escape, before i made it to the gatesThinking i'ma break, no matter what the shit takesThe maximum incarceration is what they got me facingI'm having thoughts of pacing and masterbationLaying up in a cell, never seeing femalesReminiscing about the skins i gave hell, oh wellCourts ain't even trying to hear my pleasesYelling you gonna get parole when hell freezesA double murder is what i got to explain to godWith no holds barred, it's hard, my mind is forever scarredMercy on a soldier, i'm seeing things nostradamus couldn't seeWhen all i really wanna be is free niggaChorus x2This is for my people locked downHold you heads up and stand your groundOn the block it's the same struggleThe cops put a bad lock on the hustleThey hate to see the niggas buckleVerse 2My baby girl is pregnant with a future macWaiting for me to come back, but old judge ain't tryin to hear thatHe rather see me locked in this rage, in a two man cageA straight rage, i'd rather be on stageInstead i'm in the pit, over some shit, i didn't commitIt was the niggas i was with, but i'm silentIts funny how lucifer can seduce yaThese so called niggas be on the seas of madusaIts funny how time walk, when they be in the slammerFacing the type of sentences you can't correct with grammerAnd i'm dealing with these lifers, some of these niggas find me attractiveThey be trying to bend me over backwards, but ***** i aint having itYears add on, every enemy i shank, penetentary ain't what you thinkI wanna be free, wishing i could strangle up all the jurors and prosecutorsBut i'm trapped with lots of losersChorus x2Verse 3Its been 9 months of pain, in this ball and chainStill thinkin about them days, i was living vain, ain't it strangeCause i'd give anything to move onAnd play a game of peek-a-boo with my newbornI'm seeing niggas take they own lives under pressureYou come back here with attitudes, niggas gonna test yaI'm lookin at the gates, ready to break, ***** i don't fakeTell the judge i'll be rapping at his wakeChorus x2
