We're all prisoners of something in life. Whether it be prisoners of war, financial debt, or even your job. Me, I'm a prisoner... a Prisoner Of Words. Off of the highly anticipated mixtape SHAOLIN YANKEE.
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Lyrics
P.O.W. (Prisoner Of Words)
Written and Produced by: JC The Truth
Beat by: Mista KA
HOOK:
Shackles locked around my bare feet
I dont think that Im ever gonna see them released
Got rips in my back from lifes whip,
Damn I swear freedom is priceless.
Im a POW
Cant nobody walk in my shoes
Im a POW
I can never escape the truth.
VERSE 1:
I was born for a reason
Born to break even
Born to work my hands dry
Born to be baptized
Born to take a big meaning
Make it more simplified
Look me in my eyes
Take a journey through my rhymes.
They ride time
Designed to mesmerize
Realize you aint gonna find
No lines better than mine.
Prisoner of Words
The sh** sounds absurd
But all I see is subjects,
Definitions, and verbs.
Preserving predicates
Nourishing Nouns through sounds
Hip-Hop, lip locked
Exercising my vowels.
Uncharted disease.
Please believe
Im me but not free
Till truth passes my teeth.
Ill sleep when Im six feet
Deep, as maggots eat
With ravens flying over top my meat.
No I dont smoke trees
Id rather use the paper to
Collect thoughts
And create a f*** in masterpiece.
HOOK
VERSE 2:
I cant conversate.
When I say what I feel,
It hurts peoples feelings
So I watch what I say.
Think before you speak.
But sometimes words slip
And I gotta dip quick
Before I swing fists.
I know I gotta gift.
But gifts come with negative.
Just ask Mike Tyson,
And Mike Vick
We do stupid sh** .
Humans need a fix,
I swear I gotta spit
If I didnt then Id probably flip.
I wanna escape,
But I gotta embrace
These prison bars that God
Put in front of my face.
A prisoner of Earth
Prisoner since birth
Chained up by words
Communication rehearsed.
I swear I wanna erase
All the anger and pain.
But how do you erase sh**
Drilled inside of your brain?
I patiently try and explain
But no one understands
I am who I am
A complicated man.
HOOK
VERSE 3:
Im at war,
Soldiers, I need support
If I call you on the horn
Ill need to be reinforced.
But of course
Dependence is not 100%
Trust is just a word
And Im never trusting again.
So I vent
Inventing sentences so I can end
This nightmare that keeps on
Playing inside my head.
Try and comprehend my friends
But I recommend
Soaking my notes in
Instead of tryina pretend
Like you know how I feel
Wondering why I cant heal
Ill never reveal
My achilles heel -
The appeal
Its just too f*** in surreal
Open my chest up
And youll find a bucket of steel.
Chains, bolts and nuts
In the shape of a heart
Tune-up every single week
Cause the sh** is falling apart.
Interrogating art
The Da Vinci of Hip-Hop
Slave to the sample
Since the birth of the beat box.
HOOK
END