Lyrics Prisoners poetry Fred The Godson

Prisoners poetry

Now if I said I played in league
I don't have requests to people
Just in my streets clothes,that equals my ego
I want a Jack and status
...We don't free does
That's how these free clothes
...sing to the beach
Why these niggaz hating on me,bro?
I hang on my chain
The preacher prayin' for me
My brother didn't sing at the quarter...
My other brother locked in a fed,for 5 years
I'm sitting here stressed with a quarter water and pizza
My skin colour was born to do a fuckin' bitch
I'm in this great pin
State the way I touch these kids
You won't get rich by being honest
Sacrifice is in the promise
In the crowds of Obama

You're speaking of my brothers
What's your first impression?
You decided what's ...?
Or do you understand the stress?
Agression,you look for no hope
Like Lord when he handed out his grace
You see ,he embraces and falls short
Stuck in the walls
In the project walls
...from the inside we aint giving nothing shiny

I'm free but I'm sitting in prison
Shape in a form of a prison
Tryin' to escape,
I put it all in my wisdom
I roll decisions
Cause no one ain't sure
I'm on other division
You can't be thankin' for yourself
People,they follow your footsteps
In the minute you finish getting your look
I ramble about the gamble
...tryin' to tell these young niggaz
There was a John for John
There was a doctor
I was right at the door
But I couldn't knock
I ain't tryin'to see murder
My brother's life is so shocking
To look its like you force me to shoot
You know the riddle,nigga
And I'm ahead of it
96 actual legend,is how legends speak

So niggaz get their grime off cause TV tells them to
And then they all go ...
But that takes papers we don't have
So niggaz put their souls in this ...
Some niggaz reclaim them some blame them
Tell them not to be a nigga
Should I be a nigga?
I'll pay the bills and Ima do that without the slingest ...
What's for these rhymes?
The America makes you an opportunity
At the same time they are insitutionalized