P.O.W. (Prisoner Of Words)

Duration

4:16

Genres

Urban

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Lyrics

P.O.W. (Prisoner Of Words) Written by: JC – The Truth Produced by: Mista KA VERSE 1: HOOK VERSE 1: I was born for a reason Born to break even Born to work my hands dry Born to be baptized Born to take big meaning Make it more simplified …Look me in my eyes Take a journey through my rhymes. They ride time Designed to mesmorize Realize you aint gonna find No lines better than mine. Prisoner of Words The shit sounds absurd But all I see is subjects, Definitions, and verbs. Preserving predicates Nourishing Nouns through sounds Hip-Hop, lip locked Exercising my vowels. Uncharted disease. …Please believe I’m me but not free Till truth passes my teeth. I’ll sleep when I’m six feet Deep, as maggots eat With ravens flying over top my meat. No I don’t smoke trees I’d rather use the paper to Collect thoughts And create a fuckin masterpiece. HOOK VERSE 2: I can’t conversate. When I say what I feel, It hurts peoples feelings So I watch what I say. Think before you speak. But sometimes words slip And I gotta dip quick Before I swing fists. I know I gotta gift. But gifts comes with negative. Just ask Mike Tyson, And Mike Vick We do stupid shit. Humans need a fix, I swear I gotta spit If I didn’t then I’d probably flip. I wanna escape, But I gotta embrace These prison bars that God Put in front of my face. A prisoner of Earth Prisoner since birth Chained up by words Communication rehearsed. I swear I wanna erase All the anger and pain. But how do you erase shit Drilled inside of your brain? I patiently try and explain But no one understands I am who I am… A complicated man. HOOK: Shackles locked around my bare feet I don’t think that I’m ever gonna see them released Got rips in my back From life’s whip, Damn I swear freedom is priceless. I’m a POW Can’t nobody walk in my shoes I’m a POW I can never escape the truth. VERSE 3: I’m at war, Soldiers, I need support If I call you on the horn I’ll need to be reinforced. But of course Dependence is not 100% Trust is just a word And I’m never trusting again. So I vent Inventing sentences so I can end This nightmare that keeps on playing Inside my head. Try and comprehend my friends But I recommend Soaking my notes in Instead of tryina’ pretend Like you know how I feel Wondering why I can’t heal I’ll never reveal My achilles heel - The appeal… It’s just too fuckin surreal Open my chest up And you’ll find a bucket of steel. Chains, bolts and nuts In the shape of a heart Tune-up every single week Cause the shit is falling apart. Interrogating art The Da Vinci of Hip-Hop Slave to the sample Since the birth of the beatbox. HOOK