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
