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