Album Name : Out of the Box
Release Date : 2009-03-19
Song Duration : 5:32
Joel Turner & The Modern Day Poets Behind Bars
It's another world been locked up inside,
There's a war goin on can give him cry,
Give the world from up time definantly,
Give anything just to be free,
To be free,
They judge so easily,
And give basic tears,
Then came the walls and fears,
And then there's tears and let me tell ya bout the nights I've cried,
From the pain inside,
And I'm not lying when I say he's lucky to be alive,
What goes on behind them bars inside the yard,
How did you get them scars,
Tell me,
Baby,
Ohhh,
To be freeee yeah,
Shot up to the fellas who'd be locked up in prison,
To do time for the crime that they commited,
You made the wrong decision,
What not,
To free the system drug who'd you thought and now you miss it cause you'd miss us and the love you'd be far plus your lucky to be alive,
Caught up in fights inside,
The prisonyard,
Is gonna be hard trying to sleep everynight which isn't a wizard self,
How you got living in the cell and regret ever putting yourself in your cell I think to myself what would I do if it was me in your shoes if I didn't rap to tunes I'd have nothing to do trapped up in a strubble pulled out of trouble likes you locked up in a world crumbled in two.
What goes on behind them bars inside the yard,
How did you get them scars,
Tell me,
Baby,
Ohoh,
To be freeeee.
It's not ya fault that you would blossom I think it sucks that you can barely see yuor loved ones and tell me man how did you get these scars I didn't see them when they threw you up against the police car and you got to many boys in here for anyone the police car that would share your still the same but I'm feeling sorry bet ya seen ya weaker it's been a long a time since ya baby seen ya next time try and stay a little cleaner cause it's too tough to see ya hand cuffed all these coppers I think they've treating ya tough and I've had enough everytime I come and visit ya face is messed up I hope ya looking a little bit better next time I check up.
It's not my dream to be another song I can't sing and if you say fear drive in the crazy let me tell ya bout the nights I've cried from the pain inside and I'm not lying when I sya I'm lucky to be alive.
What goes on behind them bars inside the yard,
How did you them scars,
Tell me,
Baby,
Ohoh,
To be freee yeah.
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