Lyrical Breakdown of My People in Prison - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Boosie Badazz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "My People in Prison" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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It's for my niggas in the pen, all my niggas on lockdown right now
Keep your head up nigga, every dark day got a brighter day comin' nigga
It's for all my niggas in Angola, all my niggas sayin' quit
And all the way back, all the way across the world
Every nigga who locked down, boxed down right now
This for y'all
This one for my niggas who gone and reminiscing
The times that they ain't listen, how long they gon' be sittin'
To parties and old bitches, them runnin' with those snitches
Left cold with those memories in prison
Ah, this for my people, this for them gangsters
God, please let them come home and forgive all them wrongs right now
Oh Lord, the ones in penitentiary now
God, please let them come home and forgive all them wrongs
Oh, Lord
I just got on my knees for the ones that I missed
Tell them we need them, this for Big D
Lil G, AJ, and Marquise yellin' F.L.T. holdin' my street
Blood, B.L.O.O.D, yellin' Damu, Billy Blood Piru, this for them trees
But on me, BHB, this for them Hoovers
Who got shooters throwin' seats and I been traumatized
So please just leave me alone
I know you heard he beat up murder like Ike Turner beat
And I apologize if he bleed because the gang fucked him over
Make Buddha serve, I'm yellin' it's murder when we swervin' beats
According to B, 500 Ps inside a Jeep
They be like, how that look? This full of smoke who just got robbed
He caught a body, we don't play by the book this a hot boy who took that L
'Cause bro had ratted, hope they zip him up
If he was here, he would slang off us
Hella Mike, you got that time for no one else
This one for my niggas who gone and reminiscing
The times that they ain't listen, how long they gon' be sittin'
The parties and those bitches, them runnin' with those snitches
Left cold with those memories in prison
Ah, this for my people, this for them gangsters
God, please let them come home and forgive all them wrongs right now
Oh Lord, the ones in penitentiary now
God, please let them come home and forgive all them wrongs
Oh, Lord
This for Lil' Moo and Flea
Can you forgive them, God? They was 15
This for Lil' Phil on the bean and the lean
He got a L 'cause she was 16
Help him Lord, please, help him all free
This for my cousin Lil' Foo, Foo, Foo
He in the back doin' doodle, gangsta
This for BG and the Feds holdin' his head, gangsta
This for Kentucky Street Joe, gangsta
All them niggas I left on the road, gangsta
All them niggas who work in the fields, gangsta
All them niggas who died on the walk
Ponycat, I was in that same place where they had donkey
I was a river rat, stayed on lockdown, trippin', bitch, fuck it, sit me back
Moo plenty pack, check my rap sheet
Through the bars, fat mouth and shit talk
Concerts with the lights off
Free Joe's to the tail walk
Free Jeron, nigga T out
Ain't no more free Flea, ain't free
And she murder me, so much to me
So please let him come home
This one for my niggas who gone and reminiscing
The times that they ain't listen, how long they gon' be sittin'
To parties and old bitches, them runnin' with those snitches
Left cold with those memories in prison
Ah, this for my people, this for them gangsters
God, please let them come home and forgive all them wrongs right now
Oh Lord, the ones in penitentiary now
God, please let them come home and forgive all them wrongs
Oh, Lord
God, please let them come home
I feel them, they just wanna go home
Just wanna go home for every nigga who got locked in a cell
And got put under the jail
I'ma keep giving hope, they reminiscing
They people missing, just need a call on the phone
They need a visit, hugs and kisses
They just wanna go home