P.O.W(prisoners of war)

verse 1:

uhh,i be ridin till the death of me mothafuckas be tryna capture

me carefully, i be tryna survive the coldest of nights but only

my dreams have me holdin on tight,prepare for the worst

pray for the best cuz no ones survived the pow's stress

i be holdin my chest cuz i got shot by a soldier and

its time to rest cuz ive got so much older,yuhh,time has

gone by and the days have grown cold were in a death camp

now man its a huge stronghold,theres no way out and theres

no way in we feelin the pain thats ever risen in doubt and so

it begins, all out war in the camp ensues i choose to fight back

as we get through, this is the harshest winter of them all many of

the prisoners of war take a fall,the rest of us scratch tallies in the walls and light matches to the candles that keep us warm in the winters

dawn,we tryna survive here hoping that the enemy gets killed

and then we become one and the prophecy's fulfilled,ballistic.

 

hook:

prisoners of war is like a prison of hell

all the people in there try to rebel

fighting back is an imminent threat to

the enemy when we do kill them all well

have no empathy