Lock Down

Now they're takin' me to Part D

Cell number 461G

With nothin' but some blues and some flip-flops

One blanket and a mattress hard as rocks

Headed to the dwellings of the felons

Nothin' but murderers and drug sellers

But as I walk through I don't feel bad

Cause I see a lot of homies from the pad

So I know if anything goes down

That I'm down with every nigga in the compound

And everybody's askin' me, "What's up?

Why they got T in some handcuffs?"

Most figure it's the drug bust

Cause they figure that I'm out slangin' dust

And a nigga must've slipped up or got tripped up

Damn, I should've dipped up

But now it's too late for second guessin'

And maybe this time I'll learn my lesson

Change my life and make a turnaround

But that's what you think when you're headed to lockdown

When I was on the right track

I found the right track wasn't nothin' but the white track

My mama didn't raise me that way

The white folks made me that way

Nigga this, nigga that is all I heard

Now nigga is an everyday word

And it's hard for me to understand

Why I'm usin' it more than the white man

Damn, I'm even thinkin' like them

But unlike them my future's lookin' dim

No hope in the system so I diss 'em

And don't associate with 'em

Just stay in my shell of livin' hell

That's all I can do when I dwell in lockdown

I wish I could go home

Back to the streets where a nigga used to roam

Pimp daddies in the Brougham

30'S of lows, get the hoes and so on

And things were goin' swell

Just bought a new Jeep and turned on the cell

But now I'm in a real cell

And Ma Bell can't pay a nigga's bail

So I'm stuck in this rut 'til I make a plea

Not guilty and maybe I'll go free

And live the life of a wife and a picket fence

White fence now I'm back to feelin' tense

About the fucked up system that I'm livin' in

So I'm back again in lockdown