Slave to our tables, no we don't know why, yeah we're listing to the devil no we don't know why oh naw another prison system, no we don't know why, for you and me to live in, no we don't know why.
Sitting in the court room tune on the stand hoping that his story her believed by a man took his life from him he didn't even understand victim of they system it was all in they plans police under oath but be lying on the stand say he shot him down seen a gun in his hand tell me how a cell phone look like a pistol swept under the rug as a up resolved issue his moms wanting justice but she still gone miss him wishing she can have him back just so she can kiss him federal conviction rate 98% meaning they can take your life with none of the evidence if the state give you life boy you gotta do all that praying for appeal now you hoping you crawl back lynching with no rope nigga that's what you call that are prisons obsolete i just want to ask y'all that
Cttorney want to win like he trying to get a ring cut a nigga time but first they make him sing even paid lawyers playing on the same team as the Dc and the judge nigga shit ain't what it seem a public defender won't get you shit a conviction ain't trying to discredit them ones handeling they business cutting off your hair it ain't gone change your complexion i know you nigga lost let me give you some direction seen the face tatts now they making a connection cooperate for they crime pat em down then arrest em we hate our own skin but this melanin a blessing judge give you 50 years call it teaching you a lesson doing all the labor they paying you a dollar but they making mills read the message In the bottle educated scholar doing time in cngola tell abolish the prisons and free all the soldiers yeah
Deniro Farrar - Prison Systems Lyrics
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Slave to our tables, no we don't know why, yeah we're listing to the devil no we don't know why oh naw another prison system, no we don't know why, for you and me to live in, no we don't know why.
Sitting in the court room tune on the stand hoping that his story her believed by a man took his life from him he didn't even understand victim of they system it was all in they plans police under oath but be lying on the stand say he shot him down seen a gun in his hand tell me how a cell phone look like a pistol swept under the rug as a up resolved issue his moms wanting justice but she still gone miss him wishing she can have him back just so she can kiss him federal conviction rate 98% meaning they can take your life with none of the evidence if the state give you life boy you gotta do all that praying for appeal now you hoping you crawl back lynching with no rope nigga that's what you call that are prisons obsolete i just want to ask y'all that
Cttorney want to win like he trying to get a ring cut a nigga time but first they make him sing even paid lawyers playing on the same team as the Dc and the judge nigga shit ain't what it seem a public defender won't get you shit a conviction ain't trying to discredit them ones handeling they business cutting off your hair it ain't gone change your complexion i know you nigga lost let me give you some direction seen the face tatts now they making a connection cooperate for they crime pat em down then arrest em we hate our own skin but this melanin a blessing judge give you 50 years call it teaching you a lesson doing all the labor they paying you a dollar but they making mills read the message In the bottle educated scholar doing time in cngola tell abolish the prisons and free all the soldiers yeah
Sitting in the court room tune on the stand hoping that his story her believed by a man took his life from him he didn't even understand victim of they system it was all in they plans police under oath but be lying on the stand say he shot him down seen a gun in his hand tell me how a cell phone look like a pistol swept under the rug as a up resolved issue his moms wanting justice but she still gone miss him wishing she can have him back just so she can kiss him federal conviction rate 98% meaning they can take your life with none of the evidence if the state give you life boy you gotta do all that praying for appeal now you hoping you crawl back lynching with no rope nigga that's what you call that are prisons obsolete i just want to ask y'all that
Cttorney want to win like he trying to get a ring cut a nigga time but first they make him sing even paid lawyers playing on the same team as the Dc and the judge nigga shit ain't what it seem a public defender won't get you shit a conviction ain't trying to discredit them ones handeling they business cutting off your hair it ain't gone change your complexion i know you nigga lost let me give you some direction seen the face tatts now they making a connection cooperate for they crime pat em down then arrest em we hate our own skin but this melanin a blessing judge give you 50 years call it teaching you a lesson doing all the labor they paying you a dollar but they making mills read the message In the bottle educated scholar doing time in cngola tell abolish the prisons and free all the soldiers yeah
Writer: Cimo Frankel, Deniro Farrar, Gestow Power, Rik Annema, Thomas Leithead-Docherty, Donte Farrar
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Peermusic Publishing, Cloud9
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Peermusic Publishing, Cloud9
Performed By: Deniro Farrar
Language: English
Written by: Cimo Frankel, Deniro Farrar, Gestow Power, Rik Annema, Thomas Leithead-Docherty, Donte Farrar