paroles de chanson Prisoner - Voli
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
(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)
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
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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