This is a song about "Tired being locked in"

I'm tired of being polite cause tonight this fire will ignite

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

For gambling wages, locked us in cages,

And i be talking about me, i do this

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

I’m sick and tired of being around this murder and rape,

For gambling wages, locked us in cages,

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

I've fallen in shock in a coffin that's locked

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

Terror can be locked up in a phyciatric unit for being a member

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

A fighter in this game im never tired