Текст песни
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