Voli Contra - Prisoner lyrics

The day to day struggles we experience
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