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SINGER: The Reepz
SONG:Locked Up
Niggaz get locked down and always wanna make this shit look like Vacation or some shit (frontin ass niggaz) like they enjoyed theyself Frontin ass niggaz, yo, yo, yo
Jump off the train and the first thing that i see When i see the daylight, is a prison I guess the government is tryin to plant negative seeds Could it be my destiny's in the prison.. I keep awareness, cause that's where they want us They put us in the projects, so projects become us Don't believe me? peep the bars on the windows The intercoms, why we gotta live so close? Cops beat us up often, like c.o.'s do Got a problem? see the warden, when your rent is due We got, workout spots now built on blocks And ballcourts often watched by, housing cops I guess the streets are the teachers, the elementaries Then we graduate to college, get the prison degree That's why jails are built so, close to us Cause we never protest what's opposed to us
We went from pyramids to projects Treated like unidentified objects Life's a game and the devil's makin side bets Drug us up but the seeds feel the side effects Put our backs against the wall so we can't achieve Pack us in so tight that we can barely breathe Make us feel comfortable and we don't wanna leave Throw us a bone, and no more do we feel the need To have our own, tryin to seperate our familes and Broken homes, growin up with no identies it's - unknown Put us back in this world, institutionalized Not a pot to piss in, no solution arise Out the pit evadin the rent son we was born to lose In this world we livin in it make it hard to choose Right from wrong if doin wrong is what pays the dues Life's a big mystery until we find the clues
They wanna us locked up (locked down) Caged up (shut down) Fucked up (face down) Handcuffed (on the ground) Shit, the plan is just to have yo' ass missin From the womb to the tomb (from the streets to the prisons)
They wanna us locked up (locked down) Caged up (shut down) Fucked up (face down) Handcuffed (on the ground) Shit, the plan is just to have yo' ass missin From the womb to the tomb (from the streets to the prisons)
Yo, just try and understand me We forced to touch on what we can't see So close, and yet so far from where we need to be While society's promotin mental slavery They got me followin laws that don't apply to me Within the world, that's lovin to hate All our negative intentions are sealin our fate And the struggle can't wait cause the hustle is ongoin Hell, if we ain't in it already, we all goin Why just the other day, around the way they built another Cage for the underage inner-city brother And it's like a life of crime is my demon, i feel haunted With, sorry mr. dyer but there's no help wanted But son gotta eat, so you know i'm back on the street Hustlin mines, til i get back on my feet But how many times i gotta repeat the same song? We on the edge with no choice but to hold on
They wanna us locked up (locked down) Caged up (shut down) Fucked up (face down) Handcuffed (on the ground) Shit, the plan is just to have yo' ass missin From the womb to the tomb (from the streets to the prisons)
They wanna us locked up (locked down) Caged up (shut down) Fucked up (face down) Handcuffed (on the ground) Shit, the plan is just to have yo' ass missin From the womb to the tomb (from the streets to the prisons)
They wanna us locked up (locked down) Caged up (shut down)
Fucked up (face down) Handcuffed (on the ground) Shit, the plan is just to have yo' ass missin From the womb to the tomb (from the streets to the prisons)
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