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