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sene – prisoner’s tune lyrics

you know
a lot of people ask me how i do this every day
how i wake up, how i do shows without getting paid for it
make songs without getting paid for it
it seems like everything’s money, man
i’m becoming a prisoner to that
sometimes i think about it and i try to explain it to them like this

i put my work in when i punch in the clock, i break a sweat for the love of my job, it’s hip hop
i never stop always up in the clock cuz it’s my life, love, this is my job, it’s hip hop

i wonder can i keep my sanity while searching for the salary
cuz every time i try to speak some dummy try to battle me
but on some intimate sh-t let’s take it to the script
dude see the kicks in front of my face
it makes me lick my lips
dreaming of chances to advance my status
credit checks got me feeling dirty like i’m f-cking magic
my man, dodson, said i’m driving off road
sideline running like i’m gump eyes is on the gold
this time i gotta fly while i’m having my fun
high and roll another blunt cuz this one’s for the soldiers
punch in the time clock, nine to five or five to nine
got plenty of time, repenting for they crime, why?
avoiding violence, inmate death, no press conference
throw him to the morgue and say the prison life got him

don’t get much realer than
you never getting much realer than that
don’t get much realer than
it’s never really getting realer than that

i put my work in when i punch in the clock, i break a sweat for the love of my job, it’s hip hop
i never stop always up in the clock cuz it’s my life, love, this is my job

full of euphemisms, i’m militant, youthful wisdom
crew with a mindstate, that of a b-st-rd is risen
out of the trenches, all for the benches
through all the nights questions cuz all of my day’s prescient (?)
took the minimum and pushed it to the breach
expanded and ??? my life, moves, speeches
straight talker
new york city listening, close your eyes, envision it
seizing the moment of atonement like a prisoner
till your own guilt, i’m living it now
i’m touching snakeskin every time i reach for they pounds
but i’m sk!lled, moving down, and i’m not ???
cuz brothers talking while the other’s reaching for his holster
we getting close to nine, but we’re better lying
so half the nation’s knowing ??? cuz they going blinding
til we relish on the street, it’s irrelevant to jes(us)
never settling for trees, i’m seeing all the better things

i’m seeing all the better things in life
no jewels, no whips but a wife like
i’m trying to find a way to escalate my life like
so you see…

- sene lyrics

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