"The King Is In Prison" lyrics
"The King Is In Prison"
The king is in prison, y'all
Prison, y'all
Dream and the mission, y'all
Mission, y'all
The king is in prison, y'all
But the system failed to stop
The dream and the mission, y'all
What didn't kill him, made him stronger
I been locked up so damn long I feel like Socrates
Think the last movie that I saw was fuckin' rocky 3
Maybe it was terminator, I don't know, I can't recall
Hey, do they still sell screw cassettes at the mall?
Fuck it man, I'm 'a still travel through ya earlobes
Drinkin' root beer floats. Lyrics that they fear most
Looking every year Los show 'em they ain't real GOATS
President of dope house and even got the queers votes
Yeah it's kinda funny 'til you see your homies brain pop
Then you understand that the game is not a game dawg
Get that tatted rain drop, same song, different day
Los put their fist away and hit you with my chicken tray
Still a nigga wish and pray we could find the answers to
Problems that have haunted us
So I search for past clues
Motherfuckas locked me up like some kind of animal
I swear I heard the judge say, "Remember The Alamo"
What they didn't know was I was in slow suicide
Bitches had a party, "Here's a toast to Los crucified!"
Murdered me in cold blood, hope you learned a lesson though
'Cause I'm back like the people that you sent to Mexico
King is in prison, y'all
But the system failed to stop
The dream and the mission, y'all
What didn't kill him, made him stronger
The king is in prison, y'all
But the system failed to stop
The dream and the mission, y'all
What didn't kill him, made him stronger
This is resurrection hoe, this is for my Stan fans
Mexicans, blacks, whites, even fuckin' Afghans
Indians, and Asians, hell, I don't did a thousand months
Watchin' TV, playing chess, eatin' crunch 'n munch
Chillin' with computer hackers, pistol packers, money jackers
Even old men wearin' motherfuckin' Huggie pampers
Everyone is here, drug addicts are included
A few months in prison, now they finally lookin' human
S-P reportin' live, this is eyewitness news
You can make a change or just get high if ya choose
Mama told me turn a new leaf, did I disappoint?
'Cause I really thought she was tellin' me to twist a joint
Now a nigga higher than some super unleaded gas
Want advice? If you got a Ruger gun, let it blast
Los is a wreckin' ball, you are a stucco house
Anybody there? Well you need to get the fuck on out
After that a group hug, can I get a screw tap?
My, my, music has become the world's new crack
Feel it goin' through ya veins, through ya heart, through ya brains
Bitches thought they finished me, I'm back like a boomerang
All my shit sellin' big and my people jubilant
Doin' comp and only usin' one squeeze of lubricant
Slap 'em like a stupid kid, wreck 'em 'til the last line
But it's not over bitch, it's only halftime
King is in prison, y'all
But the system failed to stop
The dream and the mission, y'all
What didn't kill him, made him stronger
The king is in prison, y'all
But the system failed to stop
The dream and the mission, y'all
What didn't kill him, made him stronger
Thanks to Sam GZ for adding these lyrics.
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