Lupe Fiasco - Prisoner 1 And 2 Lyrics
[Intro]Pre-paid collect call from [?], an inmate at [?] correctional center. This call is subject to recording and monitoringTo accept charges, press 1To refuse charges, press 2If you would like to permanently block your number from receiving calls from this facility, press 6For balance and rate quotes, press 7*button press*Thank you for using Securus. You may start the conversation now[Fela Kuti]King... We are kings of African music, we are kings. Because music...is the king of all professionsNo music[Verse 1]Mislaid plan make a mess madeDamnation, let's play hands and spadesThat's without, a boycott and a sit-outAfro-Black pick in with a fist outFrom the "welcome home" to the kick outReach into a rabbit, pull a trick outPreacher preaching to a faggot with his dick outHard times call for armed timeSick, sick, sick eyes from the nose pressurePolice snip, zip ties on the protestersSix wives in the fry of a molesterMet him at a caviar bar out in OdessaDirty needles breaking all the old recordsA hundred hoes, one shovel and some old treasureOle Zeke use teeth as a gold testerFinger rolls, finger waves, closet full of old leathersOld sweaters, old boots, that's a whole suit for some cold weatherNew sale, two L's and some old lettersNow he doing double life, while she lead a double lifeMan, he need another wifeNew approach might help a nigga bowl betterNew hoes might help a nigga hold togetherOr will the new lane lead em' to the same penAnd the hunger strike in em' to the same tin[Hook 1]Love is Looking Over Various ErrorsAnd Hate is Habitually Accelerating TerrorEverywhere but the muralI just wanna be collected when I call god damnI don't wanna be accepted; not as all as I amVisitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner, land[Verse 2]Getting slammed from the protest, no foodForce fed him like OB with a nose tubeVisions say consult the yogi with the gold shoesWith the Rollie going bowling for the old schoolI need more for the MichaelsThat's a loss for the class, and a score for the riflesThree hots and a cot, and some copsTrying to find dinosaurs in the BibleIt's all quiet in the jail-houseThen they ride in to find the empty cells outThey was looking for the swords, they was looking for the swordsI'm just looking at they feet, cause I'm looking for the lordLooking in the library, looking at the law10 years deep, now I'm looking at the barClaim sovereignty, because I'm bunkin' with the moronsThey degenerate, they ain't looking at the gameThey just looking at the scores, they be putting on my booksCause I'm looking at the stars, trade a shank for some crankNow I'm looking at a war, BGF got the yardAB got the kitchen, snitches on PCMM on a mission, but CO's got the prisonGod got us all, God set us freeGod is the key, but the guards got the doors[Hook][Verse 3]Punching on the glass, stare at some killerMight ***** him in the assStaff getting rigid, wasn't gonna take away the visitsSegregate niggas by theyself and make 'em stay with itWicked, swung the shank around on a mop stringThey had to pull him out the cell with a SWAT TeamThat's a cop team, they sent hella cops, to stop, the helicopteringMan, he thought that he'd fly away, like a kite, take flightLike a letter on a string, like propellers on a wingBut they can't find the keyThey made electric chairs for his dying daysLast meals, no appeals for him to try and stayOn Death Row like Suge and the late PacMaybe he could dig a tunnel out of A BlockAnd wear gloves for the razor-wired gate topScared thugs going crazy in a caged boxLooking at the world through the TVAnd they gone, rapping over beats from the tabletopsAy! That's how it is in a police stateWhen your life is just a number and release dateWhen you're rehabilitated so correctlyAnd let's hope that's how you're living when you're set free[Hook][Prisoner 1 ends][Prisoner 2 begins here][Intro ]To accept charges, press 1To refuse charges, press 2If you would like to permanently block your number from receiving calls from this facility, press 6For balance and rate quotes, press 7*button press*Thank you for using Securus. You may start the conversation now[Bridge: Ayesha Jaco]The orange wings of the new Jim Crow are dyed Klansman sheets and court papers, Dreadlocks are detained from his neck as the new Jim Crow Corporations feed him seeds, yet unbornHe’ll be captured by Mya, in a ruby-encrusted cageI 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)x2[Verse 4]They sell they soulsThey sell their selvesThey ain't twelve, they oldNiggas old as hellOld as jail, old as cellsSold so much salt, ain't no more salt on the shelvesYou a prisoner too, you living here tooYou just like us, til' your shift get throughYou could look like us, you know shit get throughYou should be in cuffs like us, you should get strike 2You should get like life, you should get like woo!You should get that twice! You should get refusedThe open road, that's no parole, and no controlOver your own soul, so control, your own remote control, that your folks can hold[Hook]x2You better watch these niggas (en garde)If it was up to me, I would never unlock these niggasWouldn'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)x3Better watch these niggas (en garde)[Verse 5]5th year with the DOCYou can see what's CO seeRobocop opt his COP3 hots and a C-O-TLived in a small town, his whole lifeNever left like [?]Either working at the prison, or it's no lightsIn the system working with the po-liceIn the prison stripping niggas for rightsGot a malice, on the other side of the barsWatching niggas get smart, watching niggas get strongWatching niggas get home, he jail usBut deep down he jealousWith each sweep down, he tell usWith each peep down, he help usWrong one gon' knock his ass out thoughIt's why he gotta lock all the niggas out forWarden told the boy he better calm downStep back from the brink and put the bomb downBut how the whole world in your palm sound?It's why they treat niggas like shitWriting raps to the taps, keep the face mask on 'em these niggas might spit![Hook]
