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The day to day struggles we experience can either imprison us or make a stronger. We all try to disregard that reality, whether its through material things or just accepting it as a necessary evil. This one's for the forsaken. Stand up for me one time.
Lyrics
(Father, yes I am a prisoner
Fear not to relay my crime
The crime is loving the forsaken
Only silence and shame
And now I turn)
Stand up for me one time
Suburbs to the city
Hands up for me two times
Now can ya holla back to me
Stand up for me one time
Suburbs to the city
Hands up for me two times
Iâm a prisoner, Ima Ima prisoner, homie
Time to eat, no waitinâ Iâm a Sizzler, homie
Quarter-life crisis, man you can ask about me
Now I know I got the gift, they canât rap (wrap) without me
Iâm sorry, boy Iâm sorry
Uncle Sam, I been a bad boy, Mike Lowery
Do I declare my checks or declare my independence
I can feel my future disappearinâ with my pension
Bonsoir, ciao to the days of the undergrad
Underage drinkinâ, gettin trees like a lumberjack
80, 000 dollars and you claim you outta college
But those loans got you livinâ offa PBJ and Ramen
Mmmm, gas high, canât afford the octane
No more Thirsty Thursdays, only Furlough Fridays
Government is shuttinâ down, Iâm thinkinâ
(I am a prisoner) Yah, and now these bars are cominâ out
(Against is the law with its immensity and strength and power, against us is the law)
Uh, so stand up for me one time
Suburbs to the city
Hands up for me two times
Now can you holla back to me
Iâma prisoner, Ima Ima prisoner, homie
Yet these bars set me free like Iâm a criminal, homie
Slaves to the whips, addicted to the clothes and the money
Can I change like a roll full of pennies?
We live in that facebook, man itâs all about the status
Youâll have these women dribblinâ if youâre ballin like the Mavericks
Ugh, itâs the media, blame it on the media
Nah, blame these stupid muthafuckas for believinâ them
U.S. defecit got me trippinâ, I took the scenic route
Wall Street is doinâ colonics, now watch âem clean us out
Stay afloat, that credit got me drowninâ, get my scuba gear
I stay collectinâ unemployment like a souvenir
I got âem chantin, but I donât got the Anthem
Prayinâ to that Blue Cross, Momma got the cancer
Now her body shuttin down, she singin
(I am a prisoner)
Yah but now these bars are comin out
Visions of lightning, Riding the storm
A prisoner of war, donât know for how long
Is there retribution? Is there nothing more?
Except for these bars, these bars, Ohh-ohh-ohh
Uh Iâm a prisoner, prisoner to this industry, homie
Raise that middle class finger, do it visibly, homie
The game is like that strip club, they say I need singles
I gotta get my chips up, they say I need Pringles
Now itâs do or die, doinâ this for you and I
Do it for the teenagers out there committin suicide
Do it for the out of work father, you are my brother now
(I am a prisoner) Yah, and now these bars are comin out