Prisoner 1 & 2 Lyrics - Tetsuo & Youth - Lupe Fiasco

King... We are kings of African music, we are kings. Because music... is the king of all professions 

No music 

Mislaid plan make a mess made 

Damnation, let's play hands and spades 

That's without, a boycott and a sit-out 

Afro-Black pick in with a fist out 

From the "welcome home" to the kick out 

Reach into a rabbit, pull a trick out 

Preacher preaching to a faggot with his dick out 

Hard times call for [?] time 

Sick, sick, sick eyes from the nose pressure 

Police snip, zip ties on the protesters 

Six wives in the fry of a molester 

Met him at a caviar bar out in Odessa 

Dirty needles breaking all the old records 

A hundred hoes, one shovel and some old treasure 

[?] use thief as a gold tester 

Finger rolls, finger waves, closet full of old leathers 

Old sweaters, old boots, that's a whole suit for some cold weather 

New sale, two L's and some old letters 

Now he doing double life, while she lead a double life 

Man, he need another wife 

New approach might help a nigga bowl better 

New hoes might help a nigga hold together 

Or will the new lane lead em' to the same pen 

And the hunger strike in em' to the same tin 

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Love is looking over various errors 

And hate is habitually accelerating terror 

[?] I just wanna' be collected when I call God damn 

I don't wanna' be accepted; not as all as I am 

Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner, land 

Getting slammed from the protest, no food 

Force fed him like OB with a nose tube 

Visions say consult the yogi with the gold shoes 

With the Rollie going bowling for the old school 

I need more for the Michaels 

That's a loss for the class, and a score for the rifles 

Three hots and a cot, and some cops 

Trying to find dinosaurs in the Bible 

It's all quiet in the jail-house 

Then they ride in to find the empty cells out 

They was looking for the swords, they was looking for the swords 

I'm just looking at they feet, cause I'm looking for the lord 

Looking in the library, looking at the law 

10 years deep, now I'm looking at the bar 

Claim sovereignty, because I'm bunkin' with the morons 

They degenerate, they ain't looking at the game 

They just looking at the scores, they be putting on my books 

Cause I'm looking at the stars, trade a shank for some crank 

Now I'm looking at a war, BGF got the yard 

AV got the kitchen snitches on PC 

Eminem on a mission, but CO's got the prison 

God got us all, God set us free 

God is the key, but the guards got the doors 

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Love is looking over various errors 

And hate is habitually accelerating terror 

[?] I just wanna' be collected when I call God damn 

I don't wanna' be accepted; not as all as I am 

Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner, land 

Punching on the glass, stare at some killer 

Might fuck him in the ass 

Staff getting rigid, wasn't gonna take away the visits 

Segregate niggas by theyself and make 'em stay with it 

Wicked, swung the shank around on a mop string 

They had to pull him out the cell with a SWAT Team 

That's a cop team, they sent hella cops, to stop, the helicoptering 

Man, he thought that he'd fly away, like a kite, take flight 

Like a letter on a string, like propellers on a wing 

But they can't find the key 

They made electric chairs for his dying days 

Last meals, no appeals for him to try and stay 

On Death Row like Suge and the late Pac 

Maybe he could dig a tunnel out of A Block 

And wear gloves for the razor-wired gate top 

Scared thugs going crazy in a caged box 

Looking at the world through the TV 

And they gone, rapping over beats from the tabletops 

Ay! That's how it is in a police state 

When your life is just a number and release date 

When you're rehabilitated so correctly 

And let's hope that's how you're living when you're set free 

Love is looking over various errors 

And hate is habitually accelerating terror 

[?] I just wanna' be collected when I call God damn 

I don't wanna' be accepted; not as all as I am 

Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner, land 

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[?] of the new Jim Crow are [?] clansmen, [?], and court papers 

Dreadlocks [?] to hang from his neck as new Jim Crow 

Corporations feed him seeds yet unborn 

He'll be captured by Mya[?], in a ruby-encrusted cage 

I see the light at the end of the tunnel, and answers that I leave in empty pages to be written. Where is your pen? The new Jim Crow 

(The new Jim Crow)x2 

They sell they souls 

They sell their selves 

They ain't twelve, they old 

Niggas old as hell 

Old as jail, old as cells 

Sold so much salt, ain't no more salt on the shelves 

You a prisoner too, you living here too 

You just like us, til' your shift get through 

You could look like us, you know shit get through 

You should be in cuffs like us, you should get strike 2 

You should get like life, you should get like woo! 

You should get that twice! You should get refused 

The open road, that's no parole, and no control 

Over your own soul, so control, your own remote control, that your folks can hold 

You better watch these niggas (un garde) 

If it was up to me, I would never unlock these niggas 

Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I would just box these niggas and throw away the key, I'd throw away the key like the coast guard watching me 

(I'd throw away the keys)x3 

You better watch these niggas (un garde) 

If it was up to me, I would never unlock these niggas 

Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I would just box these niggas and throw away the key, I'd throw away the key like the coast guard watching me 

(I'd throw away the keys)x3 

Better watch these niggas (un guarde) 

5th year with the DOC 

You can see what's COC 

Robocop opt his COP 

3 hots and a C-O-T 

Lived in a small town, his whole life 

Never left like [?] 

Either working at the prison, or it's no lights 

In the system working with the pol-ice 

In the prison stripping niggas for rights 

Got a malice, on the other side of the bars 

Watching niggas get smart, watching niggas get strong 

Watching niggas get home, he jealous 

But deep down he jealous 

With each sweep down, he tell us 

With each peep down, he help us 

Wrong one gon' knock his ass out though 

It's why he gotta lock all the niggas out for 

Warden told the boy he better calm down 

Step back from the brink and put the bomb down 

But how the whole world in your palm sound? 

It's why they treat niggas like shit 

Writing raps to the taps, keep the face [?] on your knees cause these niggas might snap! 

You better watch these niggas (un garde) 

If it was up to me, I would never unlock these niggas 

Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I would just box these niggas and throw away the key, I'd throw away the key like the coast guard watching me 

(I'd throw away the keys)x3 

You better watch these niggas (un garde) 

If it was up to me, I would never unlock these niggas 

Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I would just box these niggas and throw away the key, I'd throw away the key like the coast guard watching me 

(I'd throw away the keys)x3