Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prison, artist - X-Clan. Date of issue: 29.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Prison |
| {Mumia Abu-Jamal]: |
| Slavery is back. |
| In fact it was never abolished. |
| The 13th Amendment to the US |
| Constitution abolished slavery. |
| Except in prison |
| At. |
| The current rate of incarceration. |
| By the year 2010 the majority of all |
| African American men between 18 and 40 will be in prison. |
| The State as their |
| captor |
| It’s gonna take people who are willing to fight |
| Not people who wanna negotiate with the enemy |
| Prison, prison, prison, prison |
| The pits of life contain men |
| Where reform and discipline unlabeled enslaved men |
| From rights of passage to stacking arraignments |
| To sporting the iron bars disgracing the pavements |
| It’s just like cavemen from the pages of myth |
| Cohabiting in darkness while we wallow in filth |
| Generations of jewels who trickle down to abyss |
| As blood stains these prisons like the pyramid glyphs |
| Guilty or innocent agents of government |
| Treat our hoods like pickin grounds (schools to tenements) |
| All sag in uniform as thugs they represent |
| Racial stereotypes a profile for the oppressed |
| When you witness genocide everyday you get the hint |
| That the ghettos are cold like a lab experiment |
| As young women and men street hustle before they’re ten |
| Graduating from juvenile halls then up the river to the |
| Prison, prison, prison, prison |
| (Christian Scott solo) |
| Fear and oppression plague generation next |
| The house of regret locks down our street vets |
| Regroup and repair we lost sight of our mission |
| With honor we ride for justice we must remain out the |
| Prison, prison, prison, prison |
| (Christian Scott solo) |
| We trade wisdom for greed, we trade light for wealth |
| Fools wait for lock down to find knowledge of self |
| I bang hard on the left I never fiend for cream |
| If you borrow you owe it, if you take it you know you’re goin to the prison |
| The penalty for criminal states |
| If you’re herb or bird man you’re steady runnin from jakes |
| I circle with street soldiers that build and plant stakes |
| Free the land from Babylon my skills educate |
| In these United Snakes cause there’s no debate |
| With these restrictions of law makes us communists of hate |
| New world of new focus the streets need to deal with new purpose |
| The eldership is lacking the cirus of guidance it’s deep |
| The prison state of mind will have you dead in the street yelling P.I.M.P |
| If you’re stressed fake playa cards to rest |
| Tell youths to stay in school research and manifest |
| Avoid |
| Slave ways from the whip to the gauge |
| From streets to the cage we stand judged cloak and dagger |
| Let twelve heads decide if you keep you’re street swagger |
| Or be between bars as this crazed world gets madder |
| Come and heed funkin' lesson wise dome the mad hatter |
| Rock an onk off my dome cause I deal with life matters |
| It’s straight genocide of my people and what’s sadder |
| We bake devil’s pie and put our heads in the batter |
| Prison, prison, prison, prison |