Intro

Yea dedicated to all my homeboys

In the California Youth Authority

Much Love

Verse One:

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 potacaine 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 bitch

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

Chorus:

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

Verse Two:

Yea Moms I love you too

I understand that your tired of the bullshit I put you throw

I pleaded not guilty, G

with no intentions of going to trial, I got the plea

Now the cops got another young nigga off the streets

He's coming back to fish for some more meat

Puttin marked