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