Lockdown — текст песни (Mac)





Mac talking:



Ima send this out to my nigga soulja slim

My nigga cold jack, my nigga curve

My nigga ween just touched down



Verse 1



I was on my way upstate, for felonies, mac would never see

The sunshine, these good old times, its haunting me

My family is wanting me to break free

Plus its looking as if Im about to die, in the arms of the justice

Plotting my escape, before I made it to the gates

Thinking ima break, no matter what the shit takes

The maximum incarceration is what they got me facing

Im having thoughts of pacing and masterbation

Laying up in a cell, never seeing females

Reminiscing about the skins I gave hell, oh well

Courts aint even trying to hear my pleases

Yelling you gonna get parole when hell freezes

A double murder is what I got to explain to god

With no holds barred, its hard, my mind is forever scarred

Mercy on a soldier, Im seeing things nostradamus couldnt see

When all I really wanna be is free nigga



Chorus x2



This is for my people locked down

Hold you heads up and stand your ground

On the block its the same struggle

The cops put a bad lock on the hustle

They hate to see the niggas buckle



Verse 2



My baby girl is pregnant with a future mac

Waiting for me to come back, but old judge aint tryin to hear that

He rather see me locked in this rage, in a two man cage

A straight rage, Id rather be on stage

Instead Im in the pit, over some shit, I didnt commit

It was the niggas I was with, but Im silent

Its funny how lucifer can seduce ya

These so called niggas be on the seas of madusa

Its funny how time walk, when they be in the slammer

Facing the type of sentences you cant correct with grammer

And Im dealing with these lifers, some of these niggas find me attractive

They be trying to bend me over backwards, but bitch I aint having it

Years add on, every enemy I shank, penetentary aint what you think

I wanna be free, wishing I could strangle up all the jurors and prosecutors

But Im trapped with lots of losers



Chorus x2



Verse 3



Its been 9 months of pain, in this ball and chain

Still thinkin about them days, I was living vain, aint it strange

Cause Id give anything to move on

And play a game of peek-a-boo with my newborn

Im seeing niggas take they own lives under pressure

You come back here with attitudes, niggas gonna test ya

Im lookin at the gates, ready to break, bitch I dont fake

Tell the judge Ill be rapping at his wake



Chorus x2



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