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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Prison Music Project
The Prison Music Project
Performer
Zoe Boekbinder
Zoe Boekbinder
Vocals
Ani DiFranco
Ani DiFranco
Vocals
Greg Gadlin
Greg Gadlin
Rap
Free Feral
Free Feral
Viola
L. McCalla
L. McCalla
Cello
Raye Zaragoza
Raye Zaragoza
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zoe Boekbinder
Zoe Boekbinder
Composer
Greg Gadlin
Greg Gadlin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zoe Boekbinder
Zoe Boekbinder
Producer
Ani DiFranco
Ani DiFranco
Producer
Tchad Blake
Tchad Blake
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Daddy was a hustler Mom got high my any means Grams, she ran a cold machine Yeah this shit runs in my genes My hustle started on the block grinding Dropped out of school cause the money had the kid blinded Feeling no one can fade me, a gutter baby All I wanted was to be just like me I am a monster You can call me the glorious Seems I'm stuck here in this game All I know is this street life and it's a goddamn shame Please understand I really was never given a chance I was pushed to the streets and forced to be a man I had to show a side to those watching eyes To prove my gangster would be upheld at all times It is amazing how many of you hate me Really it don't pierce me cause there are many more who praise me Gunplay from turf wars leaving the block a ghost town Never back down I feel it in my reach I'm about to get crowned I'm a gutter baby forever and that won't change I was cut from a rare grade and I'm married to the game I know there's a better way but I search and cannot find They say "do the right thing" and I done tried so many times When I beat on my chest That's just me Out in this concrete jungle boy I am a beast 'Cause I am a monster You can call me the glorious Seems I'm stuck here in this game All I know is this street life and it's a goddamn shame Oh all I know is this street like and it's a goddamn shame I'm a monster You can call me the glorious Yeah i'm a warrior From the home of the warriors Feel the force I'm a product that will never go soft I'm a problem that will never be solved When it's funk Nigger, guess who they call A bare face, a vision, nigger, pushing five stars I'm raw More doper than Ricky Ross I'm a rare breed I'm cut from a rare cloth I'm not all hard My nigger, I got smarts If you sin against the kid I'll leave you with holy thoughts I'm so cold, my nigger, I breathe frost I'm the only thing that I'm afraid of Oh lord, I'm just a living lost soul More evil than Jigsaw From here where do I go Oh no I already know the answer but I pray that I'm wrong And please forgive me for askin'
Writer(s): Jarren Jarred Benton, Charles Stephens Iii, Robert Edward Stribling, Christopher Parker, Theartis Jeron Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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