Lupe Fiasco — Prisoner 1 & 2

[Produced by MoeZ'art] [Prisoner 1] [Intro: Prison Answering Machine] Pre-paid collect call from (censor) An inmate at (censor) Correctional Center This call is subject to recording and monitoring To accept charges, press 1 To refuse charges, press 2 If you would like to permanently block your number From receiving calls from this facility, press 6 For balance and rate quotes, press 7 (button press) Thank you for using Securus You may start the conversation now [Break: Fela Kuti] The King When you’re king of African music you’re the King Because music is the king of all professions (N.U. Music) [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Best laid plan, make a mess, made Damnation, let's play hands, sans 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 armed time, hmm 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 Ole Zeke use teeth 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 [Chorus 1: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean] Love is looking over various errors And hate is habitually accelerating terror Everywhere, but the mirror, oh I just wanna be collected when I call god damn I don't wanna be accepted; not at all as I am Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner, land [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] 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 (Yeah) 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 jailhouse 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 'cause I'm bunkin' with the Moors 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 AB got the kitchen, snitches on PC M&M on a mission but C.O.'s got the prison God got us all, God set us free God is the key, but the guards got the doors [Chorus 1: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean] Love is looking over various errors And hate is habitually accelerating terror Everywhere, but the mirror, oh I just wanna be collected when I call god damn I don't wanna be accepted; not at all as I am Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner, land [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] Punching on the glass Scared that some killer might fuck him in the ass Staff getting rigid, wasn't gon' 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 helicopteriiiing... Man, he'd thought that he'd fly away Like a kite, take flight, like a letter on a string Like propellers on a wing (but the kite was 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 outta 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 [Chorus 1: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean] Love is looking over various errors And hate is habitually accelerating terror Everywhere, but the mirror, oh I just wanna be collected when I call god damn I don't wanna be accepted; not at all as I am Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner, land [Prisoner 2] [Intro: Prison Answering Machine] To accept charges, press 1 To refuse charges, press 2 If you would like to permanently block your number From receiving calls from this facility, press 6 For balance and rate quotes, press 7 (button press) Thank you for using Securus You may start the conversation now [Break: Ayesha Jaco] The orange wings of the new Jim Crow Are dyed Klansman sheets and court papers Dreadlocks nooses hang from his neck as the new Jim Crow Corporations feed him seeds yet unborn He’ll be captured by Maya 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, the new Jim Crow, Crow, Crow, Crow, Crow) [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] They sell they souls, they sell they 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 two 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 [Chorus 2: Lupe Fiasco] You better watch these niggas (en 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 I'd throw away the keys, I'd throw away the keys You better watch these niggas (en garde) If it was up to me, I would never unlock these niggas Wouldn't rehabilitate, I would just box these niggas And throw away the keys I'd throw away the keys like the coast guard watching me I'd throw away the keys I'd throw away the keys, I'd throw away the keys You better watch these niggas (en garde) [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] 5th year with the DOC Do you see what's the C.O. see? Robocop opt to his C-O-P Three hots and a C-O-T Lived in a small town, his whole life Never left like soundin' like the hole, right? Either working at the prison, or it's no lights In the system working with the police In the prison stripping niggas phone rights Got a malice, on the other side of the bars Watching niggas get smart, watching niggas get strong Watching niggas get home, he jail us But deep down he jealous With each sweep down, he tell us With each beatdown, 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 mask on 'em, these niggas might spit [Chorus 2: Lupe Fiasco] You better watch these niggas (en 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 I'd throw away the keys, I'd throw away the keys You better watch these niggas (en garde) If it was up to me, I would never unlock these niggas Wouldn't rehabilitate, I would just box these niggas And throw away the keys I'd throw away the keys like the coast guard watching me I'd throw away the keys I'd throw away the keys, I'd throw away the keys You better watch these niggas (en garde)


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