Lockdown (remix) Lyrics - Mac

Mac talking: 

I'ma 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, 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 shit 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 nigga 

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 niggas 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 shit, I didn't commit 

It was the niggas I was with, but I'm 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 can't correct with grammer 

And I'm 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 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 niggas take they own lives under pressure 

You come back here with attitudes, niggas gonna test ya 

I'm lookin at the gates, ready to break, bitch I don't fake 

Tell the judge I'll be rapping at his wake 

Chorus x2