Mac talking:
I'ma send this out to my n*gga Soulja Slim
My n*gga Cold Jack, my n*gga Curve
My n*gga Ween just touched down
Verse 1
I was on my way upstate, for felonies, Mac would never see
The sunshine, these good old times, it's haunting me
My family is wanting me to break free
Plus it's looking as if I'm about to die, in the arms of the justice
Plotting my escape, before I made it to the gates
Thinking I'ma break, no matter what the sh*t takes
The maximum incarceration is what they got me facing
I'm having thoughts of pacing and masterbation
Laying up in a cell, never seeing females
Reminiscing about the skins I gave hell, oh well
Courts ain't 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, it's hard, my mind is forever scarred
Mercy on a soldier, I'm seeing things Nostradamus couldn't see
When all I really wanna be is free n*gga
Chorus x2
This is for my people locked down
Hold you heads up and stand your ground
On the block it's the same struggle
The cops put a bad lock on the hustle
They hate to see the n*ggas buckle
Verse 2
My baby girl is pregnant with a future Mac
Waiting for me to come back, but old judge ain't tryin to hear that
He rather see me locked in this rage, in a two man cage
A straight rage, I'd rather be on stage
Instead I'm in the pit, over some sh*t, I didn't commit
It was the n*ggas I was with, but I'm silent
Its funny how Lucifer can seduce ya
These so called n*ggas be on the Seas of Madusa
Its funny how time walk, when they be in the slammer
Facing the type of sentences you can't correct with grammer
And I'm dealing with these lifers, some of these n*ggas find me attractive
They be trying to bend me over backwards, but b*tch i ain't having it
Years add on, every enemy I shank, penetentary ain't what you think
I wanna be free, wishing I could strangle up all the jurors and prosecutors
But I'm 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, ain't it strange
Cause I'd give anything to move on
And play a game of peek-a-boo with my newborn
I'm seeing n*ggas take they own lives under pressure
You come back here with attitudes, n*ggas gonna test ya
I'm lookin at the gates, ready to break, b*tch I don't fake
Tell the judge I'll be rapping at his wake
Chorus x2