The Prisoner

Gil Scott-Heron

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    Here I am, after so many years
    Hounded by hatred and trapped by fear
    I'm in a box, I've got no place to go
    If I follow my mind, I know I'll slaughter my own.

    Help me I'm the prisoner, won't you hear my plea
    I need somebody, yeah, to listen to me
    I beg you, brothers and sisters, I'm counting on you (yeah).

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    Black babies in the womb are shackled and bound
    Chained by the caveman who keeps beauty down
    Smacked on the ass when they're squalling and wet
    Heir to a spineless man who never forgets

    Never forgets that he's a prisoner, can't you hear my plea
    Cause I need somebody, Lord knows, to listen to me
    I'm a stranger to my son who wonders why his daddy runs.

    On my way to work in the morning when I don't give a damn
    Can't nobody, can't nobody, can't nobody, can't nobody see just who in hell I am
    Hemmed in by a suit, yes all choked up in a tie
    Ain't no wonder some times near morning I hear my woman cry
    She knows her man is a prisoner, won't you hear my plea
    Yeah, cause I need somebody, wooo, to listen to me
    My woman she don't say but she hates to see her man chained this way
    Yeah, help me, I'm the prisoner
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm the prisoner

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    Composition: Gil Scott-Heron and Brian Robert Jackson

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