locked in my room again yeah i might throw this shit at the end of the tape but check me out though locked in my room again pen and a beat right lining up the sour stouts on deck and i steam light thinking what a nigga was back in my past life child with no act right and toting big guns in gat fights selling krills for dollar bills tryna make my fuckin meals or a flashy nigga showing all my hunnid dollar bills how did i go out was i tryna show out the young hungry niggas on the hunt with they poles out or was i just a working man fighting for my equal rights so my family sleep at night tryna have a peaceful life maybe a black panther helping the black communities standing for our unity government tryna ruin me lock me up throw me in chains maybe in a box all because we looking for change that shit is crazy akh look what i get for thinking so deep in thought now i jot these lines on the paper tell me how this shit sound yo tell me how that shit sound yo yo tell me how that shit sound gordo bro tell me how that shit sound yo k you recording tell me how that shit sound yo mike tell me how that shit sound jay chris tell me how that shit sound yo roc yo bro tell me how that shit sound i wrote this last night yo tell me how this shit sound