Voli Contra - Prisoner lyrics
[Voli Contra - Prisoner lyrics]
Can either imprison us or
Make a stronger we all try
To disregard that reality
Whether it's 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
M-m-m-m, 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 it's
Immensity and strength and power
Against us is the law)
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 muthafuckas
For believin’ them
US 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
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 class 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