Prison Cell
KRISTASTROPHE
Boxed in, exhausted
I breathe in the toxins
Lost in this nonsense
Bed becomes the coffin
Victim of this system
Suffer stress must be a symptom
Imprisoned in my consciousness
Just staring out my window
Wishing to be the answer
To suppressing the rapture
World's run by banks and politricks
That plan pending disaster
Distracted by a 9 to 5
Just slaving for the master
Can't even find the time
To strive for dreams I'm chasing after
Capturing what matters
Fitting in with rhythmic patterns
Letter from mental prison cell
Wrote by a dim-lit lantern
Informing those ignoring warnings
Written in these chapters
Within bars, inflicting scars
Under the skin like cancer
But who am I?
But 1Voize speaking aloud
Shouting out the walls
Of this internal prison cell
DOWN LOW THA B365T
This isn't living well
Sitting in this living hell
What's the difference between
Projects and a prison cell?
How about a zealot
And a infidel?
And isn't hatred toward others
A prison in itself?
We're all prisoners
Every last one of us
With the prison guards
Training their guns on us
If change is coming
Then it's gotta come from us
Creator up above
How do we adjust?
To the coming storm
I see the clouds as they form
The children of the corn
Born not to confirm
To those in uniform
That's fairy tales like unicorns
We can't stop, won't stop
Matter of fact we do it more
Who can rescue me?
And save me from myself?
Or do I have the keys
To free me from this prison cell?
DODGER BLUE
Life in a box
Doing time in the projects
Lost in a prison
Industrial complex (Yup)
Victim of recidivism
Ain't no individualism
Treated like a inmate
Even out the prison system
(Ain't that a bitch)
Given wisdom
But refusing to help
Yeah it's the land of opportunity
For those with the wealth
(Only if you got paper)
And these keys in the breeze
I can make a few G'z
And with Chapo locked up
I ain't asking a thing
(Where's he coming from?)
Fucking with my livelihood
I will commence to getting off
I failed school
But I can spell Kalashnikov
(Click clack)
Unaware of problems
Couple decades from contra
All I know is AKs cost me
700 dollars (700)
Descendent of a zoot-suit
All I know is shoot shoot
Big guns, I graduated
From deuce deuce
Boxed in, exhausted
I breathe in the toxins
Lost in this nonsense
Bed becomes the coffin
Victim of this system
Suffer stress must be a symptom
Imprisoned in my consciousness
Just staring out my window
Wishing to be the answer
To suppressing the rapture
World's run by banks and politricks
That plan pending disaster
Distracted by a 9 to 5
Just slaving for the master
Can't even find the time
To strive for dreams I'm chasing after
Capturing what matters
Fitting in with rhythmic patterns
Letter from mental prison cell
Wrote by a dim-lit lantern
Informing those ignoring warnings
Written in these chapters
Within bars, inflicting scars
Under the skin like cancer
But who am I?
But 1Voize speaking aloud
Shouting out the walls
Of this internal prison cell
DOWN LOW THA B365T
This isn't living well
Sitting in this living hell
What's the difference between
Projects and a prison cell?
How about a zealot
And a infidel?
And isn't hatred toward others
A prison in itself?
We're all prisoners
Every last one of us
With the prison guards
Training their guns on us
If change is coming
Then it's gotta come from us
Creator up above
How do we adjust?
To the coming storm
I see the clouds as they form
The children of the corn
Born not to confirm
To those in uniform
That's fairy tales like unicorns
We can't stop, won't stop
Matter of fact we do it more
Who can rescue me?
And save me from myself?
Or do I have the keys
To free me from this prison cell?
DODGER BLUE
Life in a box
Doing time in the projects
Lost in a prison
Industrial complex (Yup)
Victim of recidivism
Ain't no individualism
Treated like a inmate
Even out the prison system
(Ain't that a bitch)
Given wisdom
But refusing to help
Yeah it's the land of opportunity
For those with the wealth
(Only if you got paper)
And these keys in the breeze
I can make a few G'z
And with Chapo locked up
I ain't asking a thing
(Where's he coming from?)
Fucking with my livelihood
I will commence to getting off
I failed school
But I can spell Kalashnikov
(Click clack)
Unaware of problems
Couple decades from contra
All I know is AKs cost me
700 dollars (700)
Descendent of a zoot-suit
All I know is shoot shoot
Big guns, I graduated
From deuce deuce
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Writer(s): Christian Gonzalez, Christian Lomeli, Dario Lomeli
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