There's someone banging on my wall I turn the volume up to full I don't know who it is Or why they don't like me I don't feel safe in the street There's something nagging in my head I turn my body out of bed I draw the curtains on another brand new day Mrs. Jones and friend just look away I'm prisoner number one I won't get parole 'cause I carry a gun Prisoner number one Prisoner number one We're all prisoners We're all prisoners We're all prisoners here Last thing I remember Tuesday night Is three white wonders waiting for a fight Mrs. Jones walked by me as I lay there on our street She knows I'm a black boy underneath I'm prisoner number one I won't get parole 'cause I carry a gun Prisoner number one Prisoner number one We're all prisoners We're all prisoners We're all prisoners here We're all prisoners Always caught In the life and d**h of each other's thoughts I'm prisoner number one (Oh-oh) Prisoner number one (Oh-woah-oh) Prisoner number one (Oh-oh) Prisoner number one I'm prisoner number one I won't get parole 'cause I carry a gun Prisoner number one Prisoner number one We're all prisoners We're all prisoners We're all prisoners here Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh!