Voli – Prisoner Lyrics

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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 muthafuckas 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 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

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