We are all prisonors
Of this place called life
Every man is imprisoned
And also every wife
Society is the warden
In this prison without walls
And society does it's work
Without any flaws
There is no way to escape
It's impossible to do
Even if you might have
A brother with a big tattoo
Yes there is really
No way in this life
You will find a way
To get out of it alive

The possibilities of logic and hope
***** by liars and theives
Nature's reproach
The likelihood of making it to that house on a hill
Is unlikely when reality gives no real options
It demands you sacrifice everything you got just to survive
Potential unfulfilled an existence contrived
Life is the most engineered of games
An array of chess moves with the same conclusions
Babies having babies believing they can be good mothers
Prisonors phoning home in hopes of reaching their kids from behind that glass
Disillusions won't allow them to see the forest past the trees
And with instability neither with their seeds
Pictures are worth a thousand words
But if genocide is all these babies see
What else do you think they gon' grow up to be