Lock Down

Spittin' and cussin' and you know I'm pissed

With them iron bracelets on my fuckin' wrists

And I'm headed for the county

With doughnut-eatin' mother fuckers all around me

Dressed in my original county blues

With my fresh do-rag and my rubber shoes

Six months in a cement bedroom

Make friends fast, make 'em fuckin' soon

Five months left, I don't even smoke

Cigarettes are like money, so I guess I'm broke

Drop two months, I'm down to fo'

With the homies playin' spades on the dirty-ass flo'

Chillin' by my home boy Bruno

Hangin' out at the rec and we was playin Uno

And this crack head's gonna try and take my seat

So I whipped his ass and I caught another week

Now I'm starin' at a plastic bowl

'Cause the next five days, I'm in the hole

One month left and I'm growin' kinda thin

And there's stubbles on my God damn chin

Three days good time, I guess I lucked out

My time is done, let me the fuck out

No more talkin' my cock down

I'll go fuck me a bitch 'cause I'm outta this lock down, lock down, lock down, lock down, lock down, lock down, lock down