Voli - Prisoner lyrics
Blurb: 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 Prisoner by Voli (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 I'm a prisoner, Ima Ima prisoner, homie Time to eat, no waitin' I'm a Sizzler, homie Quarter-life crisis, man you can ask about me Now I know I got the gift, they can't rap (wrap) without me I'm sorry, boy I'm sorry Uncle Sam, I been a bad boy, Mike Lowery Do I declare my checks or declare my independence I can feel my future disappearin' with my pension Bonsoir, ciao to the days of the undergrad Underage drinkin', gettin trees like a lumberjack 80, 000 dollars and you claim you outta college But those loans got you livin' offa PBJ and Ramen Mmmm, gas high, can't afford the octane No more Thirsty Thursdays, only Furlough Fridays Government is shuttin' down, I'm thinkin' (I am a prisoner) Yah, and now these bars are comin' out (Against is the law with its immensity and strength and power, against us is the law) (Hook 2X) 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 I'ma prisoner, Ima Ima prisoner, homie Yet these bars set me free like I'm 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 it's all about the status You'll have these women dribblin' if you're ballin like the Mavericks Ugh, it's the media, blame it on the media Nah, blame these stupid muthaf**as for believin' them U.S. defecit got me trippin', I took the scenic route Wall Street is doin' colonics, now watch ‘em clean us out Stay afloat, that credit got me drownin' , get my scuba gear I stay collectin' unemployment like a souvenir I got ‘em chantin, but I don't got the Anthem Prayin' 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 (Hook 2X) Visions of lightning, Riding the storm A prisoner of war, don't know for how long Is there retribution? Is there nothing more? Except for these bars, these bars, Ohh-ohh-ohh Uh I'm a prisoner, prisoner to this industry, homie Raise that middle cla** 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 it's do or die, doin' 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