Lyrics:
whose side you're on
You're nowhere
You're trapped by information
Just let it go
The key hangs with your senses
Set the prisoner free
Do we see
Just like a prisoner, because I'm brown with some black skin
A fugitive, running cause I just won't give in.
and its hard when it's black on black.
to live the way you want me to live by the green
I am not going to breathe the air you're going to breathe
'Cause it's contaminated
I don't want
You are the final kiss
You are the missing
You are the distant home of prisoners
You are the connecting cell
You are the secret room in the house
is locked tighter than prisoners hold soap
And listeners where we vote out ya CD and vinyl, the final result
Yell, fuck tricks and smoke, till our
I don't really want to change.
(No, I don't want to change.)
Come as you are, step into the light.
We're all prisoners here,
Locked up by our minds.
Jersey blocks is locked tighter than prisoners hold soap
And listeners where we vote out ya CD and vinyl, the final result
Yell, fuck tricks and smoke,
Every time in the world someone receives first aid
You can thank Clara Barton for the life that is saved
She lived out her life in a world ruled by
Growin' up you don't see the writing on the wall.
Passin' by, movin' straight ahead you knew it all.
But maybe sometime if you feel the pain,
you'll
No prisoners kept in this camp, we kill 'em all and come up
And virtually fightin' our shadow thinkin' it's them in the cut
No more of my time
on surrounding roofs
Traffic blocked off by SWAT troops
Evacuate the people inside
Pretend we're CNN, say Leary's dead
I just want to speak my mind
More for you
Listen to the word, that's how word is bond
{Agallah}
Word is on the corner of Gas & the Plate
The don who got laced up by mistake
Time flies yo we
from the bow
Free of it all
Now you'll just float away
Blowin' like leaves on the wind
The rules of the game can be changed
By the one who wins
I was once blinded by Satan
I had no friend
I was a prisoner of these
Of these four walls that surround me
But then
I heard him
A voice calling me
storm goes by,
I can see a light,
Prisoner of my own design,
My hands are firmly tied,
I could just fade away,
Live a life unkown,
I could be
Whatcha getting out of telling that story?
Don't you think it's time to turn that page?
You talking like a life-long prisoner
But you're sitting in
of his fate No shelter by the grave - no return for the slave Yesterday is gone - only lifeless around Blood on his hand is the ticket deep down
Do it all again, get your likes up
Let 'em know you well known
A prisoner to our cell phones
That's why we call 'em cell phones, it's funny ain't
""There is a war! Battlefields of honour deep inside my mind Fighting for my freedom My idols my ideas betrayed by your weakness The stream you're
the night. There’s a reason why we preach hate, ‘cause we’re divided by our own disdain. Are we waiting to be saved? Or are we shattered by the truth we face?
Out by the neon lights
I stand with my back to the wall
Cold breeze of city night
Night when the angels might fall
This city takes no prisoners
Only
to live with vast energy
Offended by the mental imagery
That suggests livin' in poverty was really meant for me
Paternal tendencies towards chemical
these reptiles
Niggas all Lizards, shit
Hopping out before you get popped
Or be a prisoner money by any means
Always been with the mission
But sins just
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Sad that the one to betray you
Is who you often trust you lost in lust
Blinded by the light I illuminate (Yeah)
You light cruiser weight
Fifty-twos
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