Prison Bars

hip-hop, rap, hip-hop/rap, pop, trap, 808's, dark, fast, gospel, male voice

(Chorus)
Locked up, behind these prison bars,
Lost my freedom, left my dreams in scars.
Life of the streets, man, it’s hard and cold,
Chasin’ that paper, but I sold my soul.

(Verse 1)
Rollin’ deep, yeah, we out on the block,
Grew up in the struggle, learned to keep it hot.
All my homies hustlin’, chasin’ that green,
But the price of the game ain't never what it seems.

Got a call from the plug, said he needed that stack,
Thought I’d make a killin’, never thought I’d get clapped.
One wrong move, now I’m lookin’ at time,
Murder on my mind, man, it’s hard to unwind.

(Chorus)
Locked up, behind these prison bars,
Lost my freedom, left my dreams in scars.
Life of the streets, man, it’s hard and cold,
Chasin’ that paper, but I sold my soul.

(Verse 2)
Cells got me trapped, feelin’ like a ghost,
Memories haunt me, man, I miss my folks.
Every day I wake, I’m reminded of the game,
Fingers crossed, hopin’ they don’t know my name.

Prison walls close in, silence in the halls,
But outside, my name rings loud with the calls.
Gang signs and colors, blood stains on my hands,
Caught in a cycle, don’t know where it lands.

(Chorus)
Locked up, behind these prison bars,
Lost my freedom, left my dreams in scars.
Life of the streets, man, it’s hard and cold,
Chasin’ that paper, but I sold my soul.

(Bridge)
Now I’m sittin’ in this cell, wonderin’ what’s next,
Life on the edge, yeah, it’s full of regrets.
Thinkin’ 'bout my homies, those who made it out,
While I’m stuck in this prison, trapped in doubt.

(Verse 3)
Every tick of the clock, I feel the weight of my sin,
Used to roll with a crew, now I’m stuck in this pen.
Lost too many brothers, violence took its toll,
Caught in the cycle, yeah, it’s takin’ its hold.

One day, I’ll break free, leave the past behind,
Turn my life around, try to realign.
But for now, it’s just me and these bars of steel,
Learnin’ every lesson, tryin’ to heal from the real.

(Chorus)
Locked up, behind these prison bars,
Lost my freedom, left my dreams in scars.
Life of the streets, man, it’s hard and cold,
Chasin’ that paper, but I sold my soul.

(Outro)
So I pen these lines, hoping someone can see,
The price of the game ain’t worth what it’ll be.
From the block to the cell, gotta break the chain,
Learn from the struggle, let go of the pain.

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(Chorus) Locked up, behind these prison bars, Lost my freedom, left my dreams in scars. Life of the streets, man, it’s hard and cold, Chasin’ that paper, but I sold my soul. (Verse 1) Rollin’ deep, yeah, we out on the block, Grew up in the struggle, learned to keep it hot. All my homies hustlin’, chasin’ that green, But the price of the game ain't never what it seems. Got a call from the plug, said he needed that stack, Thought I’d make a killin’, never thought I’d get clapped. One wrong move, now I’m lookin’ at time, Murder on my mind, man, it’s hard to unwind. (Chorus) Locked up, behind these prison bars, Lost my freedom, left my dreams in scars. Life of the streets, man, it’s hard and cold, Chasin’ that paper, but I sold my soul. (Verse 2) Cells got me trapped, feelin’ like a ghost, Memories haunt me, man, I miss my folks. Every day I wake, I’m reminded of the game, Fingers crossed, hopin’ they don’t know my name. Prison walls close in, silence in the halls, But outside, my name rings loud with the calls. Gang signs and colors, blood stains on my hands, Caught in a cycle, don’t know where it lands. (Chorus) Locked up, behind these prison bars, Lost my freedom, left my dreams in scars. Life of the streets, man, it’s hard and cold, Chasin’ that paper, but I sold my soul. (Bridge) Now I’m sittin’ in this cell, wonderin’ what’s next, Life on the edge, yeah, it’s full of regrets. Thinkin’ 'bout my homies, those who made it out, While I’m stuck in this prison, trapped in doubt. (Verse 3) Every tick of the clock, I feel the weight of my sin, Used to roll with a crew, now I’m stuck in this pen. Lost too many brothers, violence took its toll, Caught in the cycle, yeah, it’s takin’ its hold. One day, I’ll break free, leave the past behind, Turn my life around, try to realign. But for now, it’s just me and these bars of steel, Learnin’ every lesson, tryin’ to heal from the real. (Chorus) Locked up, behind these prison bars, Lost my freedom, left my dreams in scars. Life of the streets, man, it’s hard and cold, Chasin’ that paper, but I sold my soul. (Outro) So I pen these lines, hoping someone can see, The price of the game ain’t worth what it’ll be. From the block to the cell, gotta break the chain, Learn from the struggle, let go of the pain.

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