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letra de lock down - t-isaam

[ verse 1: t-isaam ]
now they’re takin me to part d
cell number 461, gee
with nothin but some blues and some flip-flops
one blanket and a mattress hard as rocks
headed to the dwellings of the felons
nothin but murderers and drug sellers
but as i walk through i don’t feel bad
cause i see a lotta homies from the pad
so i know if anything goes down
that i’m down with every n-gga in the compound
and everybody’s askin me, “what’s up
why they got t-isaam in handcuffs?”
most figure it’s the drug bust
cause they figure that i’m out slingin dust
and a n-gga must’ve slipped up
or got tripped up, d-mn i should’ve dipped up
but now it’s too late for second-guessin
and maybe this time i’ll learn my lesson
change my life and make a turnaround
but that’s what you think when you’re headed to lock down

[ verse 2: t-isaam ]
when i was on the right track
i found the right track wasn’t nothin but the white track
my mama didn’t raise me that way
the white folks made me that way
n-gga this, n-gga that is all i heard
now n-gga is a everyday word
it is hard for me to understand
why i’m usin it more than the white man
d-mn, i’m even thinkin like them
but unlike them my future’s lookin dim
no hope in the system, so i diss em
and don’t -ssociate with em
just stay in my sh-ll of livin h-ll
that’s all i can do when i dwell
in lock down

[ verse 3: t-isaam ]
i wish i could go home
back to the streets where a n-gga used to roam
pimp daddy’s in the brougham
30s or low’s, get the hoes, and so on
and things were goin swell
just bought a new jeep and turned on the cell
but now i’m in a real cell
and ma bell can’t pay a n-gga’s bail
so i’m stuck in this rut till i make a plea
not guilty, and maybe i’ll go free
and live the life of a wife and a picket fence
white fence, now i’m back to feelin tense
about the messed up system that i’m livin in
so i’m back again
in lock down

- t isaam

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