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“LISTEN UP! LISTEN UP! ATTENTION ATTENTION!”
The calls we hear every day
Whether guilty or claiming you’re innocent
There’s a price we each must pay
“It’s a privilege not a right”
You’ll hear the screws say
But the moment you’re behind those bars
Your control is taken away
“Get back to your cluster, get ready for muster”
We’re herded around like we’re cattle
Caged, enraged and feeling enslaved
Most not prepared for the battle
Requests fall on deaf ears, for months sometimes years
A game they don’t teach you to play
You think that you’re winning and walk around grinning
But the Parole Board will have the last say
When they get something wrong we laugh and sing songs
But then we face lockaway
Finding a ning who’ll admit their mistake
I won’t hold my breath for that day
Wearing the blue with black polished shoes
They sit in the bowl and they dwell
Coming in crews with the power they abuse
And try to make our lives hell
We sit and we wait ‘til they open the gate
To finally be out of this hole
From my head to my feet, with every heartbeat
I know I’m losing control
“LISTEN UP! LISTEN UP! ATTENTION ATTENTION!”
The calls we hear every day
Whether guilty or claiming you’re innocent
There’s a price we each must pay
“It’s a privilege not a right”
You’ll hear the screws say
But the moment you’re behind those bars
Your control is taken away
“Get back to your cluster, get ready for muster”
We’re herded around like we’re cattle
Caged, enraged and feeling enslaved
Most not prepared for the battle
Requests fall on deaf ears, for months sometimes years
A game they don’t teach you to play
You think that you’re winning and walk around grinning
But the Parole Board will have the last say
When they get something wrong we laugh and sing songs
But then we face lockaway
Finding a ning who’ll admit their mistake
I won’t hold my breath for that day
Wearing the blue with black polished shoes
They sit in the bowl and they dwell
Coming in crews with the power they abuse
And try to make our lives hell
We sit and we wait ‘til they open the gate
To finally be out of this hole
From my head to my feet, with every heartbeat
I know I’m losing control
A delicious recipe from inside.
Life is only short my son, with so many paths to take, life is an uphill struggle, with every step you make. That’s why you must treasure life, with every second of the day, because you may never know, when it’s your turn to go away.
The outside on the inside, steals passion for fun. When arrows come from far and wide, facing the new shiny sun, with dignity. There are ribbons in the fire, and lives still painfully on hold. Beneath the folds of desire, the barred windows still remain cold indefinitely.
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