[ 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 nigga 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 nigga must`ve slipped up
Or got tripped up, damn 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
Nigga this, nigga that is all I heard
Now nigga is a everyday word
It is hard for me to understand
Why I`m usin it more than the white man
Damn, 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 associate with em
Just stay in my shell of livin hell
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 nigga 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 nigga`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
