gil scott heron
the prisoner
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). 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.