- Song Name: Ghetto Prisoners
- Artist Name: Nas
- Album: I Am...The Autobiography
- Songwriters: Damon Blackmon, Nasir Jones
- Release Date: 1999.04.06
- Label: Columbia
LYRICS FOR "Ghetto Prisoners"
Uhh
Bravehearts nigga
Some of y'all don't live at all
Get yours
Uhh
As the night closed down on the earth like gray dark rings
Light of cities in the nights
With big dreams
From Cuba
About to shoot us for revolution
A lot of rules
Curse the day of they birth confused
Who's to be praised
I'm like the farmer
My truth is the soil
May the children come in all colors
But hold before you
With blunted flows
Each channelin'
Heaven shines light on those innocent to how the world grows
Some men become murderers and some girls become hoes
And you accounted for
Do not speak to fools
My heart is wise
Ghetto prisoners rise
Ghetto prisoners rise
Ghetto prisoners rise
Ghetto prisoners rise
Ghetto prisoners
Yo
Rats crawl in filthy hallways
Sinners who faithless
Pray it's answered
What's a wicked nation? One with blind men
Not takin' charge of the situation
Empty arguments and real conversation's needed
The world'll need it
Evil tries to weaken my spirit
This hurt come from the honest word
I now try hardest to serve my maker
What I learned
So I could dictate it
Luckily
Through strong currents and winds that left the others stranded
To sink in the Atlantic
Not to get too religious
But who decides when and if your life is finished?
If Christ is in this
May we break away from the chains abroad
Ghetto prisoners rise
Ghetto prisoners rise
Ghetto prisoners rise
Ghetto prisoners
Ghetto prisoners rise
Ghetto prisoners rise
Ghetto prisoners rise
Ghetto prisoners
You wanna buy time? I'm the seller of minutes
I give you every second low-priced
The truth is time waits for none of you
In fact
The ground right from under you
Small visions of better life
Lurk in the mind of young ones ahead of they time
Trapped in the slums
Headed for nuttin' but the state pen
Judges is not relatin' to pleas
Guns bustin' where the kids play
Ricochet off lamp poles and leave damp holes
In bystanders
Around the way
Hope the future reduce the rate of those buried young
Life is every man's kingdom
And a newborn's
And shouldn't have to grow up fast
Hustlin' harder than the generations here before he came
Goin' through the same b******* as our fathers
Readin' history
For some the game is easy
For most of us
But never lose faith
Through the years just get smarter
Ghetto prisoners
Ghetto prisoners rise
Ghetto prisoners rise
Ghetto prisoners rise
Ghetto prisoners
Ghetto prisoners rise
Ghetto prisoners rise
Ghetto prisoners rise
Ghetto prisoners
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