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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Braxton
Michael Braxton
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Braxton
Michael Braxton
Songwriter
Edwin Nazario
Edwin Nazario
Songwriter
Michael K Correa
Michael K Correa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Braxton
Michael Braxton
Producer
Michael K Correa
Michael K Correa
Producer
Eduardo "Number One" Lopez
Eduardo "Number One" Lopez
Producer
DizzoRocks SoundTravel
DizzoRocks SoundTravel
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm still living in a prison On the land of the lost I'm not sinning but they still Make me carry the cross If this is home of the free Then tell me why i'm feeling like a slave Feeling trapped and afraid Pray to God i don't die in a cage We gon rise anyway I've been tortured and battered My blood all scattered Scared up, Praying that my soul don't shatter Backstabbed, Betrayed Got sliced up with blades This is my life can't backtrack my ways I felt death, Sat with the reaper & played chess I said check, Then he just left in the same breath I'm feeling paranoid avoiding to get rest I'm scared to go a sleep and find peace in my conscious Global Conquest, Anonymous monsters Cold blooded killers provoking the nonsense Harassing the community spewing the violence With bullets they firing nobody's surviving I've been living all my life just ducking and diving Not shucking and jiving like these suckers with sirens Creeping through the hood destroying environments We searching for guidance but there's nothing inspiring I'm still living in a prison On the land of the lost I'm not sinning but they still Make me carry the cross If this is home of the free Then tell me why i'm feeling like a slave Feeling trapped and afraid Pray to God i don't die in a cage We gon rise anyway I'm still living in a prison On the land of the lost I'm not sinning but they still Make me carry the cross If this is home of the free Then tell me why i'm feeling like a slave Feeling trapped and afraid Pray to God i don't die in a cage We gon rise anyway It's the land of the lost I'm a slave I'm looking for the keys to the shackles on my legs Chase cheese like a project maze Razor in your mouth can you digest a blade Is a America safer than Volvos And my vision is clearer than Donnie darko Backstabbers usually start loyal When I die put my face on gargoyle Pedophiles surround kids like park soil If you paralyzed my legs will march for you I'm so tired of having no sleep pattern My power is will like green lantern Want my pockets obese with no fat burn I'm happy if I'm the second biggest like Saturn If you lost let me be your tour guide Stay thinking you can't let your thoughts die I'm still living in a prison On the land of the lost I'm not sinning but they still Make me carry the cross If this is home of the free Then tell me why i'm feeling like a slave Feeling trapped and afraid Pray to God i don't die in a cage We gon rise anyway I'm still living in a prison On the land of the lost I'm not sinning but they still Make me carry the cross If this is home of the free Then tell me why i'm feeling like a slave Feeling trapped and afraid Pray to God i don't die in a cage We gon rise anyway I see life through a different lens Never chase when the liquor ends From a place where they kill your friends No denying it everybody surviving it Grinding to make a living but killing their own environment A full circle come around to hurt you You planted the seed greed blossomed to murc you You taught it was sweet pushing a pack or three Flipping a couple g's but putting people to sleep Doing it for the dollar you segregated your power Desecrated your honor Them haters turn into robbers Now you feeling the pressure the streets are full of piranhas Everybody is lurking but certain people could find ya Alphabetical boys, Soldiers getting deployed Freedom of speech is dying it's slowly losing its voice Fighting is not a choice it's something we can't avoid Let'em divide and conquer Let's Unify and destroy I'm still living in a prison On the land of the lost I'm not sinning but they still Make me carry the cross If this is home of the free Then tell me why i'm feeling like a slave Feeling trapped and afraid Pray to God i don't die in a cage We gon rise anyway
Writer(s): Michael James Jr Braxton, Edwin Nazario Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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