P.O.R (Prisoner of Rap)

Yo
I was once a prisoner
Of the trap game
But things changed
Now im a prisoner of the rap game

Started from the streets
Up, up and away
It's a bird
(Nah) it's a plane
(Nah)it's certainly a wave (Yup)
It's hey ya
Hey
To the rugged bang bang
After 4 decades
Damn da game done changed
The streets e-volved
Like lyrics on the track
The speech
The swag
The instruments in fact
The economic value
Racks on top of racks
Free from da trap but
A prisoner of rap

Little rough round the edges
I was born that way
Attitude
Attributed to my father's rage
Son of an alcoholic
Indulged in Wray N Nephew
Blame it on da rum
If I had ya bitch sexual
Up In ya living room yup
On ya leather sectional
Shoulda seen ya queen
All on my emoji vegetable
You Never seen a broke nigga
Move this rich
Confidence beyond drip
On his North Bronx shit
A magga mad mon
Yuh nah wan romp wid
Mixed with tuggery
And a splash of conscious
Been hit
Wit a stick but
My switches fire back
Dem Live niggas know
From Jerome to Dyre Ave

Started from da streets
Up, up and away
It's a bird
(Nah) it's a plane
(Nah) it's certainly a wave (Yup)
It's hey ya
Hey
To da rugged bang bang
After 4 decades
Damn da game done changed
The streets e-volved
Like lyrics on the track
The speech
The swag
The instruments in fact
The economic value
Racks on top of racks
Free from da trap but
A prisoner of rap

I changed
From innocent
To guilty as charged
From honor roll student
To a teen slinging hard
Number 2 train
When it was red was my era
From windows of the L
Seeing 12 and they terror
Stomped Barnes Ave
2 41st to Allerton
From Parkside P's to Edenwald
Was trafficking
Gunhill
And back again
All thru 200 blocks
Prisoner to crime waves
No plans to wanna stop
Felt is if I had to
Trap is what a trap do
Traps you
Into thinking life's a money grapple
If that's true
Lemme outta dis time capsule
I'm stuck in the 90's
Like monumental statues

Started from da streets
Up, up and away
It's a bird
(Nah) it's a plane
(Nah) it's certainly a wave (Yup)
It's hey ya
Hey
To da rugged bang bang
After 4 decades
Damn the game done changed
The streets e-volved
Like lyrics on the track
The speech
The swag
The instruments in fact
The economic value
Racks on top of racks
Free from da trap but
A prisoner of rap

No matter ya beliefs
Fact is
You're gonna die
So
How you tryna live right now?
Prioritize
What if MLK
Got to hear the Purple Tape
Minister Malcolm also
Rocking dat Ghost and Rae
We all Love BIG
He wasn't ready to die
Did Pun know Chris Rivers
Would keep him alive
Why PAC had to die
To be worshipped like Elvis?
Can JMJ see us
Rocking adidas shell tips
Picture Eazy E
Still running round ruthless
And ODB hollering still
That Brooklyn Zoo shit
Prodigy hipping us
To Illuminati
What they want P?
Our mind soul and our body