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Locked up makes me wanna shout

they wont let me out my house

wont let me outta there sight

man i wish i could fight for freedom

i plead that i can breath wish i could get out and get a breath of air

man i wish i had a tub and shampoo to wash my hair

why cant they give me some clean clothes to wear

same old clothes every other day

i mean man i can see my luch from the other day

every time they let me out for a break the light hurts and stings

wish i had a mic so i could sing and express myself

for you have no idea what the story of my life is

i would blow you away with some stuff that happend

but i doubt you would believe it

its all true not fake no made up fony bull shit excuse

all true except for the thought of you thinking that it is

man its my life my story maybe you wanna hear it or maybe you will ignore me

I don't care i got more fans it wont hurt to lose just 1

i mean my day isn't done cause i lost you

man i don't want to say boo who cause i lost you

i got many more artist and fans who adore me and who wanna hear my story

I mean man if you wanna tell me your story why don't we just go to Maury

and we can work it out we don't nessiceraly have to shout

maybe you got somethin you wanna let out so just come out and tell me

i will be hear and listen to your stories unlike you not being there to listen to me

i mean maybe i should charge you a fee next time you wanna hear and see me tell my stories

up on the stage letting out all my rage they finally let me out my cage

so now i am on a parade sharing all my pages of the book of my life with people

some i don't know some who think imma hoe but whoa i ain't no mother fucking hoe

so go and blow it out your ass and smoke some grass

get high in the sky and ill watch you while your soar and then ill close that door before you

get to soar out of it