كلمات Prisoners

There's someone banging on my wall I turn the volume up to full I don't know who it is Or why they don't like me I don't feel safe in the street There's something nagging in my head I turn my body out of bed I draw the curtains on another brand new day Mrs. jones and friend just look away I'm prisoner number one I won't get parole 'cause i carry a gun Prisoner number one Prisoner number one We're all prisoners We're all prisoners We're all prisoners here Last thing i remember tuesday night Is three white wonders waiting for a fight Mrs. jones walked by me as i lay there on our street She knows i'm a black boy underneath I'm prisoner number one I won't get parole 'cause i carry a gun Prisoner number one Prisoner number one We're all prisoners We're all prisoners We're all prisoners here We're all prisoners Always caught In the life and death of each other's thoughts I'm prisoner number one (oh-oh) Prisoner number one (oh-woah-oh) Prisoner number one (oh-oh) Prisoner number one I'm prisoner number one I won't get parole 'cause i carry a gun