Lupe Fiasco, Ayesha Jaco - Prisoner 1 & 2 lyrics

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The King when you’re king of African
Music you’re the King
Because music is the king of all professions
(NU music)

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

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

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 CO's got the prison
God got us all, God set us free
God is the key, but the guards got the doors

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

Punching on the glass
Scared that some killer might fuck
Him in the ass staff getting rigid
Wasn't gon' take away the visit's
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

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

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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)

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

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)

5th year with the DOC
Do you see what's the CO 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

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)