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Trouble Born In A Prison

Born in a prison Where no one ever survives A place with no visions of truth What a waste of human lives We got to come together We got to come together

Born in a prison where no one ever survives a place with no visions of truth what a waste of human lives we got to come together we got to come together

through in a Coupe on 22s That ain't bad for a nigga who ain't even finish school Don't get me wrong I never been a fool I just put off graduating for a

(Anderson/Meyer/Cichon/Beamish) Winnie Mandela born a princess She's a prisoner in her own land Her only crime was to fall in love With a strong and honest

Forget & allow Did you know freedom exists in a school book Did you know madmen are running our prison W/in a jail, w/in a gaol, w/in a white free protestant

In a New York Minute Everything can change In a New York Minute Things can get a little strange In a New York Minute Everything can change In a

falls around me And I know I cannot leave Here's a meaning for my life A shelter from the storm Pacify my troubles with Her body, soft and warm Naked in our unity A

lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color hundred hues a rich mandala for me & for you & for your silky pillowed house a head, wisdom & a bed Troubled

life Started out at like twelve Trapped in a belly of hell Grew into a man inside of a cell Yo, anger just swell up At a early age that develop Hot