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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Lomeli
Songwriter
Dario Lomeli
Songwriter
Christian Gonzalez
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah, boxed and exhausted, I breathe in the toxins
Lost in this nonsense that becomes the coffin
Victim of this system, suffer stress, must be a symptom
Imprisoned in my consciousness, just staring out my window
Wishing to be the answer to suppressing the rapture
World drawn by banks and politics, that plan pending disaster
Distracted by a line of life, just slaving for the master
Can't even find the time to strive for dreams I'm chasing after
Capturing what matters, fitting in with rhythmic patterns
Letter from mental prison cell ruled by a dim-lit lantern
Informing those ignoring warnings written in these chapters
Within bars inflicting scars under their skin like cancer
But who am I? But one voice speaking aloud
Shouting out the walls of this internal prison cell
This isn't living well sitting in this living hell
What's the difference between projects and a prison cell?
How about a zealot and an infidel
And isn't hatred towards others a prison in itself?
We're all prisoners every last one of us
With the prison guards training their guns on us
If change is coming then it's gotta come from us
Creator up above, how do we adjust to the coming storm?
I see the clouds as they form
The children of the corn born not to conform
To those in uniform that's fairy tales like unicorns
We can't stop won't stop matter of fact we do it more
Who can rescue me and save me from myself
But do i have the keys to free me from this prison cell
Life in the box, doing time in the projects
Lost in the prison industrial complex
Victim of recidivism, ain't no individualism
Treated like an inmate, even out the prison system
Giving wisdom but refusing to help
Yes to land the opportunity for those with the wealth
And there's keys in the breeze, I can make a few G's
And we're chapel locked up, I ain't asking a thing
Fucking with my livelihood, I will commence to getting off
I failed school, but I can spell Kalashnikov
Unaware of problems, couple decades from country
All I know is AKs cost me 700 dollars
Descending of a zoot suit, all I know is shoot, shoot
Big guns, I graduated from deuce, deuce
Written by: Christian Gonzalez, Christian Lomeli, Dario Lomeli