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Yeah...

Locked down, locked out, they don’t care what it’s about.

Uh, let me talk to you real quick...

It’s a shame, fists tight, veins full of rage,

What you think happens to a man locked in a cage?

I don’t got wings, but I still wanna fly,

Watching days fade through bars and glass skies.

They say “do the crime, better do the time,”

But who’s getting rich off this assembly line?

It’s a business, yeah, they calling it the law,

But I’m just another product they can ship and draw.

Concrete walls, razor wire, no soul,

Every brick in this system got a price tag, cold.

They don’t break chains, nah, they tighten the grip,

Innocence don’t mean nothing when the dollar’s the script.

Locked up, tossed out, dreams in a drought,

Tell me, what’s freedom really about?

A number, a cell, no chance to prevail,

I’m just another story that the system can sell.

Day for day, it’s the same routine,

Tryna stay clean in a world so mean.

But they don’t care, nah, it’s all a facade,

Man versus the system, and I’m fighting the odds.

Breakfast is grits, lunch is a joke,

They tax your life, now your spirit’s broke.

“Guilty till you prove it,” nah, that’s the game,

But I’m locked up on a hunch—it’s all the same.

Had a plant in the ground, now I’m stuck in the pound,

They don’t see the man, just a problem to surround.

Wishing for a flood, maybe fire from the sky,

Anything to remind me what it feels like to fly.

Fresh air’s a dream, every breath is a fight,

While they cash checks off the bars in my life.

And I’m sorry, honey, I’m missing birthdays, too,

But the system don’t care what it’s doing to you.

Locked up, tossed out, dreams in a drought,

Tell me, what’s freedom really about?

A number, a cell, no chance to prevail,

I’m just another story that the system can sell.

Day for day, it’s the same routine,

Tryna stay clean in a world so mean.

But they don’t care, nah, it’s all a facade,

Man versus the system, and I’m fighting the odds.

Yeah, I heard freedom got a price tag,

A number they don’t share, they just laugh back.

You can buy it if your money’s long,

But for the rest of us, we just sing this song.

And every verse is a prayer for a brighter day,

Every beat is a brick in the walls we face.

They don’t see us as people, just lines on a page,

Another stock rising in their modern-day cage.

So I’m pacing, waiting, dreaming of skies,

Bars in my vision, but my soul still flies.

They can lock my body, but not my mind,

And every word I spit is a key I find.

Yeah… locked down, locked out.

Still dreaming of a way out.