Lyrics:
A nation in despair, weakened by war, defeated
Lost their pride in Versailles
A former prisoner with a vision or delusion
Rise to power in
of the war, machine gun on the hill
Charge the enemy taking the prisoners by power of his will
There on that day
Sergeant York entered the fray
Saving
They be tellin me to tell ya'll prisoners something you don't ever wanna see
I ain't frontin' like I was an O-Dogg, no dogg, I was just K
Just a boy in
No skills to pay the bills
Even after I swallow my pills
I sold my bags, my jewels,
and my soul
I'm not the prisoner chained
by the past
My full
drop
Down, high break, free from they Glocks
Make prisoners out in Rikers Island think outside the box
This couldn't have been predicted by the Mayans
I've been South, thought I could never pick it up
I've been restless leave it at that
Shaved your head, because you think they figured out by now
home, and that's for sure
She's not sitting down and cryin' on her suitcase
She has no second thoughts by the road
But she's got feelings that need
me more like you, come on and make me
I remember a time when I never thought that I'd believe
A prisoner to myself like everyone else
Thinking
If you're the chosen one
How does it feel to be loved by no one
If you're the number 1
Where do you run to can you hide behind the sun
And you
You're my warrior
And I'm your worrier
Do not be confused by the murderers
Goodness is bigger than us you can't see it cause
It is silent yeah but
music and lyrics by Corb Lund
Lester Cousins left his brothers on a work truck filled with others
'cause his father?d left his mother years ago
have to hold him prisoner the whole night through
I didn't say I did, so don't think I would do
But if I did do, then what would you do
What if I
Well welcome in
To my home, it's your grave, a stage to set my sins
And I will win
You can tell by the grin on my face as the knife digs in
You got me wrapped around your finger
Who I am, I don't know anymore
Got me blinded by your circumstance
I'm stuck in the middle
See, I know how
The king of the cards
King of the castle
King of the barstool
Liked by all known but he thinks he’s an arsehole
Pass the parcel to Jimmy
Everybody pass
Lonely nights are filled
With lonely tears.
Every dream I owned,
Was now slowly drifting away.
Being the prisoner of my own fears,
Than you
comeback, but didn't touch my score
A Farrakhan listener, white world prisoner
My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors
Ghetto red hots, guns,
No reason to fear
Keep it secret, nobody knows
It's our U.F.O.
I see lights, down by the woods
Debris and molten steel
Uniforms barking commands
Tried
Dressed in cold black - gun in your hand
Looking so cool you act like a man
Livin' by terror government blessed
You're taking your prisoners
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
Oh how I hate the leader's voice
A prisoner like me
Quick looks through the window show me
Gas towers in the dawn
They seem to hang about the prison
the air
Before I spoke one word, made sure my throat was clear
A-hem, I'm a prisoner of circumstance
Frail nigga, I couldn't much work with my hands
But
Charles Gibbs
Words and Music Chris Foster
Copyright May 3rd 2003
Terror on the high seas wrought by Charles Gibbs
Brandishing his sword in pirate
Never Gonna Stop (Giving You Love)
Written by Darron Moore
Darron Moore and the 14th Floor /From the Album: Love?s Fight
Verse
Say baby how are
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