Throw Away The Key (no More Prisons) Lyrics - Singles - Awkword

[Verse 1: AWKWORD] 

They just stop them and frisk, you better move real lightly 

I heard they got a contest, ask Bill O'Reilly 

Afraid you'll get locked up, they'll throw away the key 

They're free to move across the sea, you ain't even free 

Still awaiting retrials, for drug deals, in New York 

Overcrowded Louisiana, California it's sport 

Chicago is a wasteland, even colder in the summer 

No education, programs, now they murdering each other 

Born into prisons, most ghetto buildings got bars 

When you live without shit, go head and worship them cars 

The vista from the stoops, Marine billboards, you bored 

And on the block, you got bars, drug dealers and whores 

Father might be gone, or he's working two jobs 

Stay at home's an oxymoron, moms working too hard 

Latchkey kids, no role models, no guidance 

No homework, eat some Mickey Ds and get into some violence 

[Hook: AWKWORD] x2 

They come with they cars, and they laws, and they bars 

They come at you sideways, no way you'll get off 

And your whole life, you heard, stay away from them cops 

And your word and your balls, is all that you got 

[Verse 2] 

I'm sorry Mr. President, I'm sorry Mr. Senator 

I'm sorry Mr. Governor, we can't, recover her 

See this country of ours, see this world of ours 

Was never really yours, we just got a little bored 

Nowadays, you got to deal, with all breeds, of all types 

I guess you, the type right, to type right, all uptight 

Pause, none of us is goblins, except that one guy 

And that was just, one story, told a bunch of damn times 

On the real, call this the first hint of a problem 

And when I say some shit's a problem it's not industry jargon 

The problem I'm causing, gonna have the CIA watching 

I've seen them take the damn picture, I bleed for the orphans 

The sick and the starving, the lost ones, stuck with no options 

It's awesome, like pulling people straight out of their coffins 

See we know, it's just us, no justice in this bitch 

Rest in peace Ron Arm, forever Elementary rich 

[Hook] x2 

They come with they cars, and they laws, and they bars 

They come at you sideways, no way you'll get off 

And your whole life, you heard, stay away from them cops 

And your word and your balls, is all that you got 

[Verse 3] 

So what we gonna do, that's the question of course 

A lot of human beings, struggled over these thoughts 

You got the Rules for Radicals, The Activist Handbook 

I threw it all away, let's create our own standard 

There are more locked up here, than anywhere else 

Plus, most of them on drug charges, most never dealt 

Most of them in jail, probably there cause they smelt 

Weed crimes, fill a hell of a lot of the damn cells 

Stand still, we won't, we stand tall, we all 

Brave enough, to say enough is enough, so come on 

Shit, ain't hard to tell, take a little look around 

Feel like everyone in prison's either black or they brown 

And it's kind of hard for me to be, all black and proud 

But I been in the damn system, seen my friends go down 

Smell the wretched of the earth, hit me on the low 

And if anybody ask, I pay tax and don't smoke 

[Hook] x2 

They come with they cars, and they laws, and they bars 

They come at you sideways, no way you'll get off 

And your whole life, you heard, stay away from them cops 

And your word and your balls, is all that you got