Yeah, dedicated to all my homeboys
In the California Youth Authority
Much love

I caught another case so the Loc needs bail
But your people act funny when you're sittin' in a cell
I didn't get mail so jail was like hell
Out of anger I shank 'em in the neck in the stairwell

I remember pontocaine was used to rock up
It was a trip on how I got locked up
10 saltine crackers runnin' at me with yellow coats
Yellin', 'Don't move or catch a hot one to the throat'

You learn real fast to put your hands up quick, black
Yo, just put an out of order sign on your bozack
I didn't twitch, scratch or itch
They found a nine in my inside pocket ain't that a *****

A short and quick trip to the County straight drama
The first call I made was collect to my mama
I didn't go see her before I went to jail
But now I wanted her to come visit

Send money orders and post bail
Till I remembered that I'm grown
So now I gotta handle it myself, fool
The Loc is on his own

The Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
I can't call home, the Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
I can't call home, the Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone

Yeah, Moms I love you too
I understand that your tired of the ******** I put you throw
I pleaded not guilty, G with no intentions of going to trial
I capt the plea now the cops got another young ***** off the streets

He's coming back to fish for some more meat
Puttin' marked money on a hook to real us in
Throw us in this little *** bucket called the Pen
And they'll give you a day when you'll be free

Uh, but it ain't no grantee because you might get the shovel
Be the next one to find out is it a god in the devil
But it you can hold your own and mind your own you live long
Take no **** and stay strong

Some fake religion and play with churches
They put pretty boys with hard *****z on purpose
I ain't heard from non of my peoples, homes
But that's ai-ight though the Bullet Loc is on his own

The Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
I can't call home, the Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
I can't call home, the Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone

Polo T-shirt, now I'm creasing up my 501's
Hoping they gonna give me some sun no So-Glow
Pimp Daddy Afro the Loc ain't about to shave
I'm comin' like a mob in 9-4 comb in my left back pocket

It's time to try to get Parole in this long *** line
My big homie walked out with his head down low
I said yo, big boo, what the ***k they shoot you down for
My brotha wants to kill the pig

Gave him a year because his arms are too big
It's ***ked up in jail if you're holdin' a bowl with some change
Your goin' back in your cell they let me go, I grabbed my heaters
Now I'm down with the *****z in the shell-toe Adidas

And we going to make this money, all of it not a little bit
Smokin' on the Indo until I get illiterate
Leave me alone, trick, I'm in a full zone
My money's on the microphone the Loc is on his own

The Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
I can't call home, the Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
I can't call home, the Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone

She got a block on the phone