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One love [Verse 2 : Akon] Headin up town to re-up Back with a couple keys The corner blocks on fire Undercovers dressed as fiends Makin so much money Products moving fast Put away the stash And as I sold the last bag I fucked around and got locked up [Chorus] They won't let me out, they won't let me out (my nigga I'm locked up) They won't let me out no, they won't let me out (I got locked up) They won't let me out, they won't let me out (baby girl I'm locked up) They won't let me out no, they won't let me out [Verse 3 : Akon] Cuz visitation no longer comes by Seems like they forgot about me Commissary is getting empty Cell mates getting food without me Can't wait to get out and move forward with my life Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right But instead I'm here locked up [Chorous] They won't let me out, they won't let me out (ohhh I'm locked up) They won't let me out no, they won't let me out (my nigga I'm locked up) They won't let me out, they won't let me out (I'm locked up) They won't let me out no, they won't let me out [Verse 4 : Nas] Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong Out in New York the same shit is going on The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking The nigga you shot last year tried to appear Like he hurtin' something word to mother, I heard him fronting And he be pumping on your block, your man gave him your Glock And now they run together, what up son, whatever Since I'm on the streets I'm gonna put it to a cease But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece Whylin on the Island, but now with Elmira Better chill cause them niggas will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers But maintain, when you come home the corner's ours On the reels, all these crab niggas know the deal When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal But chill, see you on the next V-I I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me He might beat his case, 'til he come home I play it lowkey So stay civilised, time flies Though incarcerated your mind dies, I hate it when your moms cries It kinda wants to make me murder for real-a I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs for one love [Outro : Akon] Pay me a visit (they won't let me out) Send me some magazines (they won't let me out) Send me some money orders (they won't let me out, no) Pay me a visit, baby (they won't let me out) Cuz I'm locked up, they won't let me out Where's my lawyer?
An ode to the complications of friendship in its many fucked-up forms, with a special nod to a kind of love that sometimes looks a lot like rage.