self-made darkness 'N walk on into the light I'm sick of this Prison I been calling my life I finally found out the gates of hell are locked from the inside
enter my kingdom the blood flows, the stream grows locked inside this cage... my heart weeps for freedom i'm bound in chains i'm a prisoner of your
it strange how it seems like... Chorus Yesterday, a boy and already afraid Locked deep inside, my place to hide To hide from how you made me feel And I wonder how's your
because we're standin' in the flame Chorus: Don't chain my heart... I'm a victim of your pain and jealousy I feel like a prisoner and you hold the lock
I flash like that recognize I'm back! [Verse 1:] Strike a match catch a fire any moment I decide That's enough of all your lies boy your boys just died Step inside
flash like that recognize I'm back! [Verse 1:] Strike a match catch a fire any moment I decide That's enough of all your lies boy your buzz just died Step inside
from up in the sky There's no escaping that look in your eyes though I can see you through your own disguise yeah My soul's in prison all locked up in
PRISON IS THAT SKIN YOU IN AND YOUR CELL SITTIN INSIDE YOUR SKULL THEY SAY YOU CANT GETAWAY FROM YA DAMN SELF WHEN YOUR EARTH IS HEAVEN AND YOUR WORLD
intelligence Women walk around celibate, livin irrelevant The most benelovent king, communicatin through your dreams Mental pictures been painted, Allah's heard and seen everywhere, throughout your
can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away Cause your seeds
flash like that, recognize I'm back Strike a match, catch a fire, any moment I decide That's enough of all your lies, boy, your buzz just died Step inside
blocks locked down Like, "Dog you safe whenever you with me, see this is my town" So the youngsters, grows in ghettos, goes to prison At an early age
she got me oh no... she left me a prisoner inside my words, ooo...... my baby she got me oh no.. she locked me in prison like a criminal everyday's the same, your
no shorts Smokin on the newports your ghetto resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch and hit you with levels beyond your control My momma never
takin' no shorts Smokin' on the newports your ghetto resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch And hit you with levels beyond your control My
the moment so loud when a dead man hug you He's cold in your arms, but you ain't gon' be foldin' your arms You gon' be lowered in your arms Cryin' to