Lyrics:
ben menachum, yo
Yo my own blood, dragged through the mud
Perished in my heart still cherished and loved
Stripped of our pride, everything we lived
I've created my own prison
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
(And I said oh) so I
the human condition - one tribe; one creed
Boundaries are mine to explore or confine
I find a niche; humbled in my pride
In this learning ground, together
I've created my own prison
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
(And I said oh) so I
and son
But that's been nearly three years now
And it's over with and done
At first I'd stare out into space
While hate consumed my soul
Hate was the creed
Planet Earth, my home, my place
A capricious anomaly in the sea of space
Planet Earth are you just
Floating by, a cloud of dust
Do you care, have you
and having his fun
It's all a show for he knows I won't run
That night in silence the town was asleep
I sat by my window and looked down the street
I wished
Sentenced by celestial beings.
Put on trial for felonious deeds.
Against empyreonic creeds.
Deemed a plague, that their hatred seethes.
Anguish In
fucking heads
I will never be what they
Want me to
I live by my own path in life
No turning
Back now, I won't be held down
Forced into a shallow
right in front of me
A girl disappearing
To some secret prison
Behind her eyes she whispers
"Big surprise there was
No protection by this urban
time alone, with my own thoughts
Got treasures in my mind but couldn't open up my own vault
My childlike creativity, purity and honesty
Is honestly
Concrete and cars are their own prison bars
Like this life I'm living in
But the plane brought me farther
I'm surrounded by water
And I'm not going back
a hell of his own
Where he could torment the souls of men
Without being chained in a prison pen
So he asked the lord if he had on hand
Anything left
I've been in
I gonna follow the straight and narrow if I can just get my parole
And the Tennessee women's prison won't own my soul
Cause I'm livin' in
want to be a better man
There's no new leafs left for me to turn over
I'm in a prison built by my own hands
I pray at last I've found salvation
You make
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way
Concrete and cars are their own prison bars like this life I'm living in
But the plane brought me farther
I'm surrounded by water
And I'm not going back
Everybody's got the answer
Yet the question still remains, yea
Do you see the difference
Or is the problem still the same
All by my self all by my
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
My good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesize,
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
My good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesize,
time alone, with my own thoughts
Got treasures in my mind but couldn't open up my own vault
My childlike creativity, purity and honesty
Is honestly
seize the time x2
On the first day of my life I opened my eyes
Guess where with superstars surrounded by luxury-eagers
I need a prison I need a hot
seize the time [Repeat x2]
On the first day of my life I opened my eyes
Guess where with superstars surrounded by luxury-eagers
I need a prison I need
Yeah
My Lord
Yeah
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through
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