Lockdown

I got this shit in my hands, shackles and bands, because I plan to be the best, but this system is just a mental test, so i stay lame like the rest, social race to be the best but it just aint workin spittin flow fire light my shit up and you get higher, take a couple of hits and you start to feel lighter, i spit to these wack ass instrumentals but its not shooting like sunny pistols and fuck ups like rick roll and rick ross that nigga thinkin he some kinda boss but it dont work like that he thinkin he RUN shit but that nigga cant cause he know he fat i just spit what needs to be said but i dont spit politricks cause the BLACK man in the WHITE house is still keepin our people down we cant have our big ass pachangas with the biejas flarein out there tangas what is this world comin to cause we have a black president, weed still isnt legal, still wont make my people residents, im a crazy ass rapper fresh out the wrapper listening to tribe nas pac bigs wu red method common, but they still dening my rap skills because im brown, and thats just wrong and... Sorry i forgot to mention my brother marvin that nigga just starvin for dough but i would take a bullet for that dude i know everybody say that but nobody mean thatbut he sick with spittin he inspired me with the flu and punks that be hatin "yo fuck you" you be talkin shit but what ya gonna do, yeah i know my shit is vivid, it goes through, picks your hairs up and turns your blood blue, looks like you caught the BONILLA flu so marvin dont worry if the world falls on your shoulders, im here to carry it for you