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[feat. Mike Marshal] 

[Chorus: Mike Marshall] 

They got me trapped, aye 

Ooooh trapped like an animal 

I just wanna get out 

But they won't let me live my life 

Ooooh... 

Trapped like an animal 

I just wanna get out 

But they won't let me live my life 

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[Verse 1: E-40] 

Uhh, my phone rang 

You got a collect call from an inmate in a federal prison 

I dang near cried 

Too expect charges, press 5 

Family did you get my wheeler, my kite, my letter 

I put sumthin' on your commissary and shot you a little cheddar 

Yeah I got it family right on for that look what I think 

In the federal prison we can email now you should hit me up on cure links 

I'm thinking about writing a book I been keeping a little diary 

Spending a lot of time in the jail house library 

Exercising and eating right, burpees and push-ups at night 

Conditioning my brain fast and try'na change my life 

Remember the homie she up in here too 

He told me to tell you what's up brah he speak highly of you 

He the one who be cuttin' my hair, he try'na go to barber shop 

Stick to hisself neutral partna is a coon 

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[Chorus: Mike Marshall] 

[Verse 2: E-40] 

I'm in here on some trucked up charges, but snitchin' not my style 

They gave me mo time than a rapist and a pedafile 

I'm reading the bible my celly reading the Qur'an 

It's been a year since I last seen my mom 

I'm in here programming foreal 

Waiting for the laws to change next week I'm up in a appeal 

But I know it ain't goin work 

Nobody comes to visit; I ain't got no family support 

But I got this one correction new officer, she ain't got no fear 

Anything you can get on the streets we can get it here 

That's what she told me 

So she snuck me in her cell phone put it up in her coochie 

Uhh, I stay in trouble 

Beat the nigga ass with a chair over a game of Pe-Knuckle 

About a week or so ago 

To them I'm just a number they ain't goin never let me go 

[Chorus: Mike Marshall] 

[Verse 3: E-40] 

They in the yard playing basketball hoopin' 

While I'm talking to my OG potna, he proovin' 

He up under that attic 

Anybody fuck with me, he a split they wig back, uhh 

He used to be a baller 

On the streets he a fiend but in the pen he's a shot-caller 

Security on the roof in the pear 

Waiting for some shit to jump off live Mamo and Radic here, uhh 

Tomorrow a nigga birthday and you know 

I got a big ole plastic bag of pruno 

I'm finna get zooted 

Drinking ain't good for you, but is there a peutic 

Man a little chest but under a whole lot of stress 

Reason a 31-year-old granddaddy my grandson Teevan 

I feel bad cause all I got is advice 

And I ain't got nothing to show for it brah I'm in here for life 

[Chorus: Mike Marshall] 

[Sings in background:] 

They got me trapped, they got me trapped, they got me trapped 

Don't matter if you walk away they got'chu trapped 

They got me trapped, they got me trapped, they got me trapped 

Don't matter if you walk away they got'chu trapped