Trapped
Uh, you're trapped in a box
Trapped in a box
Yeah, uh uh
Trapped in a box
4 walls
No door
Just a key
And a lock nigga
Unh unh unh
And I can't
Get away
I was set up to be stuck
See the tape on my socks nigga
Unh unh unh
And I hopped out the womb
Like a mummy in the tomb
No room for me to move in this
Unh unh unh
In this
Land of the free
Or this hell on earth
See the devil in the street
In the form of a man
Or a rock in a pot
12 years old
I was running from the cops
No hopscotch here
Just a hand on the clock
Ticking and tocking
The time running out
Unh
Bad lil nigga
Ferries Bueller
In the class
Skipped work
To get work
In the school hard knocks
Black book bag
Two straps in the sack
I ain't talking bout the straps on my back
'Cause I always knew
I was
Trapped in a box
Four walls
No door
Just a key and a lock nigga
Unh unh unh
And I can't get away
I was set up to be stuck
See the tape in my socks nigga
Unh unh unh
And I hopped out the womb
Like a mummy in the tomb
No room for me to move in this
Unh unh unh
In this land of the free
Or this white mans world
It's the same damn thing
Unh
Same old song
That the fat lady sing
Need a new tune
Unh
Need a new groove
Unh
Dancing on these graves
Ima need some new shoes
Dancin'gwith the dead
Gotta teach em new moves
Learned from the best
I learned from the tecs
I ain't talking bout the fouls
Getting called by the refs
Talking bout the 9s
Yeah the 9s and the vests
That they selling to us cheap
So the cops can arrest us
Lock us all down
And throw away the key
Give us 25 to life
For a quarter pound of breeze
Take away our visitation
And our right to make calls
Nothin but a memory
A scribble on the wall
Unh
Nothing but a memory
We living in the past
While the present ain't the present
'Cause the future never last
History repeating
Know you see it whicha eyes
Only difference now
Is we just chilling and getting high
'Cause we
Trapped in a box
4 walls no door
Just a key and a lock nigga
And we can't get away
We was set up to be stuck
See the tape in our socks nigga
And we hopped out the womb
From the mummies in the tomb
Used to rule everything
But
Unh unh unh
Now we all
Tryna just
Get by
Aw yeah
Trapped in a box
Yeah, uh uh
Trapped in a box
4 walls
No door
Just a key
And a lock nigga
Unh unh unh
And I can't
Get away
I was set up to be stuck
See the tape on my socks nigga
Unh unh unh
And I hopped out the womb
Like a mummy in the tomb
No room for me to move in this
Unh unh unh
In this
Land of the free
Or this hell on earth
See the devil in the street
In the form of a man
Or a rock in a pot
12 years old
I was running from the cops
No hopscotch here
Just a hand on the clock
Ticking and tocking
The time running out
Unh
Bad lil nigga
Ferries Bueller
In the class
Skipped work
To get work
In the school hard knocks
Black book bag
Two straps in the sack
I ain't talking bout the straps on my back
'Cause I always knew
I was
Trapped in a box
Four walls
No door
Just a key and a lock nigga
Unh unh unh
And I can't get away
I was set up to be stuck
See the tape in my socks nigga
Unh unh unh
And I hopped out the womb
Like a mummy in the tomb
No room for me to move in this
Unh unh unh
In this land of the free
Or this white mans world
It's the same damn thing
Unh
Same old song
That the fat lady sing
Need a new tune
Unh
Need a new groove
Unh
Dancing on these graves
Ima need some new shoes
Dancin'gwith the dead
Gotta teach em new moves
Learned from the best
I learned from the tecs
I ain't talking bout the fouls
Getting called by the refs
Talking bout the 9s
Yeah the 9s and the vests
That they selling to us cheap
So the cops can arrest us
Lock us all down
And throw away the key
Give us 25 to life
For a quarter pound of breeze
Take away our visitation
And our right to make calls
Nothin but a memory
A scribble on the wall
Unh
Nothing but a memory
We living in the past
While the present ain't the present
'Cause the future never last
History repeating
Know you see it whicha eyes
Only difference now
Is we just chilling and getting high
'Cause we
Trapped in a box
4 walls no door
Just a key and a lock nigga
And we can't get away
We was set up to be stuck
See the tape in our socks nigga
And we hopped out the womb
From the mummies in the tomb
Used to rule everything
But
Unh unh unh
Now we all
Tryna just
Get by
Aw yeah
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Writer(s): Michael J. Clervoix, Caleb Stephenson
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