Thursday, December 22, 2011

For the brutha's locked up

In the lock-up
Just do your time and try to wise up
Learn your lesson and give that vice up
Cain't have the dogs thinking you're a poot-butt
gotta carry a shiv and knuckin' up
We all add days because ain't no luck up
            In the lock-up
If you don't kill maybe your times up
            In the lock-up
Gangster love for your last thrill
Ten to life for the dollar bill
Held and fed against your will
Thinking about it gives me a chill
            In the lock-up
You cain't let the homeys see you weak
You know the rap before they speak
You're walking dead inside ten feet
Pray help you Lord to stand the heat
Or prepare your soul for Him to meet
            In the lock-up lock down lock-up
Can't even kneel you must stand and pray
Can't close your eyes night or day
Need Gods' protection to keep you sane
Why'd you catch you up in this game
If the Lord will have you, you pray take me now
Can't stand no more no way no how
You know you're just about to break
Crying Lord hold me or take me for Jesus sake
About to die from being scared
You read Gods' word it said He cared
But you're no boy scout so you're not prepared
You need the Lord your sins to bear
Before death takes you out of here

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