Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prison or Exile, artist - Conejo. Date of issue: 16.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Prison or Exile |
| What are my options, death prison or exile |
| Well I guess my path’s been chosen, exile |
| Like the first emperor of France, Napoleon |
| Listen |
| What would you do |
| If you was in my shoes |
| One day woke up |
| Seen your face on the news |
| I had to jet, and get away from there |
| Till I get with a lawyer, and we prepare |
| 7 50 a week, is what they get for telling |
| Crime don’t pay so we in for selling |
| Who the felon |
| Is it them or us |
| We consume all their drugs |
| And manufacture the guns |
| It’s all a prison, just without the bars |
| This the type of world that GPS your car |
| We getting tar, from the middle east |
| We trying to feed ourself, in these dirty streets |
| Damn, more shots just rang |
| And I ain’t seen shit killers wore a mask |
| The task force, it’s like a band of jackals |
| Homie looking for the shadows |
| Always trying to track you |
| Prison or exile, it’s either one or the other |
| Life in ah cell or life of hell |
| Prison or exile, how much time will I do |
| Before I snap get a shank |
| And started attacking you too |
| Prison or exile, had 'em feeling the crowd |
| It’s like a fucker stood out |
| And started yelling it loud |
| Prison or exile, it’s better off that I’m dead |
| Commit suicide or get killed by a fed |
| I got holes in my shoes |
| From all the running |
| I take me a toke |
| Then it’s back to running |
| Extradition, is a big ass word |
| Till a few years back I ain’t never heard |
| They should leave me alone |
| What they want me for |
| Is my bid in the mix before them wall street whores |
| They want the weak one’s out and the strong one’s in |
| They trying to get a bigger budget |
| To build more pens |
| So they make up a lie, say we all cater |
| We trafficking dope so why the fuck they hate us |
| Cus the color, of my skin |
| Ese we deep in the states, we Mexican |
| A hundred percent, and we still growing |
| Cus we don’t give ah fuck, if it’s snowing |
| We just get there, and we multiply |
| So fuck Katt Williams muthufucker could die |
| Exile, it’s like a form of prison |
| And I still remember the night of my departure |
| It’s like I’m isolating myself, from my own world |
| I ain’t got no other option |
| Prison or exile, prison or exile |
| Prison or exile, prison or exile |