1997, same-old shit, (whats happening), niggas locked down a cage bird can only sing for so long nigga, you know what I'm sayin' wanna be free, thats real [Verse 1] I was on my way upstate, for felonies, Mac'll 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 masturbation 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] (I want to be free, oh yeah I want to be free, oh yeah I want to be free, oh yeah I want to be free, oh yeah I want to be free, oh yeah) [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 wanna see me die of old age, 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 grammar And I'm dealing with these lifers, some of these niggas find me attractive And be trying to bend me over backwards, but I'm active Years add on, every enemy I shank, penitentiary 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] [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 in here with attitudes, niggas gonna test ya I'm lookin at the gates, ready to break, I don't fake Tell the judge I'll be rhyming at his wake I'm free nigga Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com