Lock Down

Spittin and cussin you know I'm pissed, with these iron braclets on my fuckin wrists,
And I'm headed for the county, withal of you mother fuckers all around me,
Dressed in my original county blue, from my fresh ass do rag and my rubber shoes.
Sixth months in a cement bedroom, make friends fast make em fuckin soon .
Five months left and I'm even smoking ciaggarettes like money, so I guess im broke.
Drop two months I'm down to four, with the homies playin spades on the dirty ass floor,
Chillin with my home boy Bruno, hangin out at the rec we was playin uno,
And this crack head's gonna try and take my seat, so I wipped his ass and I caught another week.
Now I'm starin at a plastic fork, cuz the next five days I'm in the hole.
One month left and I'm goin kinda thin and theres 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 talk of my cock down,
I'ma fuck me a bitch, cuz I'm outta this lock down (echos off)