The Around My Way (Freedom Ain't Free) Songfacts reports that Fiasco’s first single off his fourth studio album, Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor II: The Great American Rap Album Pt. 1 debuted on May 21, 2012. On "Around My Way (Freedom Ain't Free)," he spits rhymes about aspects of modern American life he doesn’t like such as "Suicide bombers and prosperity gospels, emaciated models, with cocaine and blood pouring out their nostrils” as well as socio-political problems in Ghana and the invasion of Iraq.
Lupe released his fifth studio album Tetsuo & Youth on January 20, 2015.
Lupe's 8th Studio Album DRILL MUSIC IN ZION was released on June 23rd 2022
Lupe has previously been on label Epic with his group Da Pak and then signed a solo deal with Arista. His years at Arista only led to the 2003 promo single "Pop Pop" as well as guest appearances on singles from Tha' Rayne (2002's "Kiss Me" and 2003's "Didn't You Know") and K Fox (2003's "This Life"), then Arista folded in 2004 and Lupe was signed to Atlantic Records.
Prisoner 1 & 2
Lupe Fiasco Lyrics
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Damnation, let's play hands and spades
That's without, a boycott and a sit-out
Afro-Black pick in with a fist out
From the "welcome home" to the kick out
Reach into a rabbit, pull a trick out
Preacher preaching to a faggot with his dick out
Hard times call for armed time
Police snip, zip ties on the protesters
Six wives in the fry of a molester
Met him at a caviar bar out in Odessa
Dirty needles breaking all the old records
A hundred hoes, one shovel and some old treasure
Ole Zeke use teeth as a gold tester
Finger rolls, finger waves, closet full of old leathers
Old sweaters, old boots, that's a whole suit for some cold weather
New sale, two L's and some old letters
Now he doing double life, while she lead a double life
Man, he need another wife
New approach might help a nigga bowl better
New hoes might help a nigga hold together
Or will the new lane lead em' to the same pen
And the hunger strike in em' to the same tin
Love is looking over various errors
And hate is habitually accelerating terror
I just wanna be collected when I call God damn
I don't wanna be accepted not as all as I am
Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner, land
Getting slammed from the protest, no food
Force fed him like OB with a nose tube
Visions say consult the yogi with the gold shoes
With the Rollie going bowling for the old school
I need more for the Michaels
That's a loss for the class, and a score for the rifles
Three hots and a cot, and some cops
Trying to find dinosaurs in the Bible
It's all quiet in the jail-house
Then they ride in to find the empty cells out
They was looking for the swords, they was looking for the swords
I'm just looking at they feet, cause I'm looking for the lord
Looking in the library, looking at the law
10 years deep, now I'm looking at the bar
Claim sovereignty, because I'm bunkin' with the morons
They degenerate, they ain't looking at the game
They just looking at the scores, they be putting on my books
Cause I'm looking at the stars, trade a shank for some crank
Now I'm looking at a war, BGF got the yard
AV got the kitchen snitches on PC
Eminem on a mission, but CO's got the prison
God got us all, God set us free
God is the key, but the guards got the doors
Love is looking over various errors
And hate is habitually accelerating terror
I just wanna be collected when I call God damn
I don't wanna be accepted not as all as I am
Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner, land
Punching on the glass, stare at some killer
Might fuck him in the ass
Staff getting rigid, wasn't gonna take away the visits
Segregate niggas by theyself and make 'em stay with it
Wicked, swung the shank around on a mop string
They had to pull him out the cell with a SWAT Team
That's a cop team, they sent hella cops, to stop, the helicoptering
Man, he thought that he'd fly away, like a kite, take flight
Like a letter on a string, like propellers on a wing
But they can't find the key
They made electric chairs for his dying days
Last meals, no appeals for him to try and stay
On Death Row like Suge and the late Pac
Maybe he could dig a tunnel out of A Block
And wear gloves for the razor-wired gate top
Scared thugs going crazy in a caged box
Looking at the world through the TV
And they gone, rapping over beats from the tabletops
Ay! That's how it is in a police state
When your life is just a number and release date
When you're rehabilitated so correctly
And let's hope that's how you're living when you're set free
Love is looking over various errors
And hate is habitually accelerating terror
I just wanna be collected when I call God damn
I don't wanna be accepted not as all as I am
Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner, land
They sell they souls
They sell they selves
They ain't twelve, they old
Niggas old as hell
Old as jail, old as cells
Sold so much salt, ain't no more salt on the shelves
You a prisoner too, you living here too
You just like us, til' your shift get through
You could look like us, you know shit get through
You should be in cuffs like us, you should get strike 2
You should get like life, you should get like woo!
You should get that twice! You should get refused
The open road, that's no parole, and no control
Over your own soul, so control, your own remote control, that your folks can hold
You better watch these niggas (en garde)
If it was up to me, I would never unlock these niggas
Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I would just box these niggas and throw away the key
I'd throw away the key like the coast guard watching me
(I'd throw away the keys)
You better watch these niggas (en garde)
If it was up to me, I would never unlock these niggas
Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I would just box these niggas and throw away the key
I'd throw away the key like the coast guard watching me
(I'd throw away the keys)
Better watch these niggas (en garde)
5th year with the DOC
You can see what's CO see
Robocop opt his COP
3 hots and a C-O-T
Lived in a small town, his whole life
Never left, soundin' like the hole, right?
Either working at the prison, or it's no lights
In the system working with the pol-ice
In the prison stripping niggas for rights
Got a malice, on the other side of the bars
Watching niggas get smart, watching niggas get strong
Watching niggas get home, he jealous
But deep down he jealous
With each sweep down, he tell us
With each peep down, he help us
Wrong one gon' knock his ass out though
It's why he gotta lock all the niggas out for
Warden told the boy he better calm down
Step back from the brink and put the bomb down
But how the whole world in your palm sound?
It's why they treat niggas like shit
Writing raps to the taps, keep the face mask on 'em these niggas might spit!
You better watch these niggas (en garde)
If it was up to me, I would never unlock these niggas
Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I would just box these niggas and throw away the key
I'd throw away the key like the coast guard watching me
(I'd throw away the keys)
You better watch these niggas (en garde)
If it was up to me, I would never unlock these niggas
Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I would just box these niggas and throw away the key
I'd throw away the key like the coast guard watching me
(I'd throw away the keys)
You better watch these niggas (en garde)
The song "Prisoner 1 & 2" by Lupe Fiasco is a commentary on the institutionalization and oppression of black people in the United States, specifically within the context of the prison system. Throughout the song, Lupe touches on a range of topics related to the issue, including police brutality, corruption within the prison system, and the pervasive nature of racism in American society.
One notable lyrical technique that Lupe employs is the use of juxtaposition. For example, he contrasts the image of a preacher preaching to a gay person with his genitalia exposed with the idea of "hard times call[ing] for armed time." By doing this, he highlights the disconnect between the purported values of society and the reality of how those values are expressed.
Another key theme in the song is the idea of love versus hate. Lupe posits that love is about "looking over various errors," while hate "habituall[y] accelerat[es] terror." This speaks to the need for empathy and understanding in order to break down the cycles of oppression and violence that persist in society.
Line by Line Meaning
Mislaid plan make a mess made
A poorly executed plan resulted in chaos and confusion
Damnation, let's play hands and spades
In the face of condemnation, let's fight and resist
That's without, a boycott and a sit-out
That's without participating in protests and civil disobedience
Afro-Black pick in with a fist out
Black activists fighting for their rights with determination
From the 'welcome home' to the kick out
From the celebration of release to the harsh reality of being expelled
Reach into a rabbit, pull a trick out
Finding unexpected solutions or strategies
Preacher preaching to a faggot with his dick out
A hypocritical preacher addressing someone they condemn
Hard times call for armed time
Difficult situations require defensive action
Sick, sick, sick eyes from the nose pressure
Suffering from a corrupt and oppressive system
Police snip, zip ties on the protesters
Law enforcement using force to control and restrict peaceful demonstrators
Six wives in the fry of a molester
Victims of sexual abuse suffering in silence
Met him at a caviar bar out in Odessa
Encountering someone wealthy and privileged in an unexpected place
Dirty needles breaking all the old records
Engaging in harmful behaviors, surpassing previous limits
A hundred hoes, one shovel and some old treasure
Having many superficial relationships and a limited sense of fulfillment
Ole Zeke use teeth as a gold tester
An individual using unconventional methods to judge someone's worth
Finger rolls, finger waves, closet full of old leathers
Embracing outdated fashion trends and personal style
Old sweaters, old boots, that's a whole suit for some cold weather
Making do with limited resources during harsh times
New sale, two L's and some old letters
Getting caught up in illegal activities and holding onto past correspondences
Now he doing double life, while she lead a double life
One person serving a lengthy prison sentence while their partner lives a deceitful existence
Man, he need another wife
Craving companionship and support
New approach might help a nigga bowl better
Adopting a different strategy could lead to personal improvement
New hoes might help a nigga hold together
Having multiple romantic partners might help with emotional stability
Or will the new lane lead em' to the same pen
Will choosing a different path only lead to the same prison
And the hunger strike in em' to the same tin
Resistance and protest ultimately resulting in punishment and confinement
Love is looking over various errors
Love observes and forgives mistakes and imperfections
And hate is habitually accelerating terror
Hatred consistently fuels violence and fear
I just wanna be collected when I call God damn
I desire to be calm and composed when addressing God
I don't wanna be accepted not as all as I am
I don't want to be embraced only partially for who I truly am
Visitor, visitor, prisoner, prisoner, land
Being treated as a visitor even in one's own country, feeling trapped and confined
Getting slammed from the protest, no food
Facing physical abuse from participating in demonstrations and lacking sustenance
Force fed him like OB with a nose tube
Being forcefully fed like a prisoner on a hunger strike
Visions say consult the yogi with the gold shoes
Intuition suggests seeking guidance from the spiritually enlightened
With the Rollie going bowling for the old school
Using a luxury watch as a symbol of asserting dominance over traditional values
I need more for the Michaels
Desiring additional resources or support in difficult times
That's a loss for the class, and a score for the rifles
Society's upper class may suffer, but the weapons industry benefits from conflict
Three hots and a cot, and some cops
The basic necessities provided in prison along with law enforcement presence
Trying to find dinosaurs in the Bible
Engaging in futile and misguided pursuits
It's all quiet in the jail-house
A sense of calm and silence permeates the prison
Then they ride in to find the empty cells out
Authorities discover that the cells are empty and someone has escaped
They was looking for the swords, they was looking for the swords
They were searching for weapons or evidence of violence
I'm just looking at they feet, 'cause I'm looking for the lord
Observing their actions and behavior to discern their true intentions and character
Looking in the library, looking at the law
Searching for answers and guidance in books and legal principles
10 years deep, now I'm looking at the bar
Having spent a long time incarcerated, now contemplating legal representation
Claim sovereignty, because I'm bunkin' with the morons
Asserting independence and autonomy by aligning with fellow inmates
They degenerate, they ain't looking at the game
They are morally corrupt and not considering the consequences of their actions
They just looking at the scores, they be putting on my books
They are focused on their own personal gains and manipulating the system for their benefit
Cause I'm looking at the stars, trade a shank for some crank
Setting ambitious goals and aiming for success, willing to sacrifice dangerous items for personal advancement
Now I'm looking at a war, BGF got the yard
Confronted with a conflict and facing a powerful inmate group
AV got the kitchen snitches on PC
A particular inmate has control over the kitchen and informants on protective custody
Eminem on a mission, but CO's got the prison
An inmate named Eminem is attempting something, but the correctional officers maintain control of the facility
God got us all, God set us free
Believing that ultimate freedom and liberation comes from a higher power
God is the key, but the guards got the doors
Recognizing the contradiction that while freedom is obtained through faith, the prison authorities hold the power to grant or deny freedom
Punching on the glass, stare at some killer
Engaging in a futile act of aggression against an imposing figure
Might fuck him in the ass
Possibly seeking revenge or retribution in a degrading manner
Staff getting rigid, wasn't gonna take away the visits
Prison personnel becoming more strict, but not yet eliminating visitation rights
Segregate niggas by theyself and make 'em stay with it
Forcing individuals to be isolated and endure the consequences of their actions
Wicked, swung the shank around on a mop string
Engaging in violent acts, using a makeshift weapon
They had to pull him out the cell with a SWAT Team
Requiring a heavily armed response to remove a dangerous prisoner from their cell
That's a cop team, they sent hella cops, to stop, the helicoptering
A team of police officers dispatched to stop any potential escape attempts
Man, he thought that he'd fly away, like a kite, take flight
Believing he could escape and be free, like a soaring kite
Like a letter on a string, like propellers on a wing
Like objects that are propelled or controlled, hoping to gain freedom
But they can't find the key
The authorities have not found the means by which he could escape
They made electric chairs for his dying days
Preparing instruments of execution for his eventual death
Last meals, no appeals for him to try and stay
Offering final meals, while denying any further legal appeals to prolong his life
On Death Row like Suge and the late Pac
Facing a future of death just like the notorious Suge Knight and the deceased Tupac Shakur
Maybe he could dig a tunnel out of A Block
Considering the possibility of escaping through an underground tunnel from a specific cell block
And wear gloves for the razor-wired gate top
Taking precautions and using protective gear to overcome physical barriers
Scared thugs going crazy in a caged box
Fearful individuals becoming overwhelmed and losing sanity in a confined space
Looking at the world through the TV
Observing the outside world and events through a television screen
And they gone, rapping over beats from the tabletops
Feeling disconnected from reality and resorting to imagining or creating their own music
Ay! That's how it is in a police state
Expressing the reality of living in a society controlled by oppressive policing
When your life is just a number and release date
When one's worth and existence are reduced to a mere statistic and anticipated time of release
When you're rehabilitated so correctly
When the system claims to have successfully reformed and corrected one's behavior
And let's hope that's how you're living when you're set free
Expressing the desire that someone will truly live according to their supposed reformation upon release
They sell they souls
They compromise their integrity for personal gain
They sell they selves
They sacrifice their identity and true selves
They ain't twelve, they old
They are not innocent or naive, but experienced and corrupted
Niggas old as hell
People who have been trapped and imprisoned for a long time
Old as jail, old as cells
As old as the prison itself, locked away in confinement
Sold so much salt, ain't no more salt on the shelves
Having deceived others and profited, leaving none of their deceptive tactics available
You a prisoner too, you living here too
Referring to someone in a position of authority as being a prisoner within the system as well
You just like us, til' your shift get through
Recognizing that those in power are also subject to the system's control until their duty shifts end
You could look like us, you know shit get through
Even if you can blend in and relate to us, you still don't experience the same level of suffering
You should be in cuffs like us, you should get strike 2
Implying that those in power should face the same consequences and punishments as the prisoners
You should get like life, you should get like woo!
Suggesting that those in authority should be sentenced to lifelong imprisonment or a similar fate
You should get that twice! You should get refused
Urging that they be denied privileges and opportunities just as prisoners are
The open road, that's no parole, and no control
Freedom without restrictions, limitations, or surveillance
Over your own soul, so control, your own remote control, that your folks can hold
Taking charge of one's own destiny, having autonomy and not being influenced or manipulated by others
Better watch these niggas (en garde)
Cautioning to be wary and vigilant of certain individuals
If it was up to me, I would never unlock these niggas
Expressing a desire to keep certain people confined and unable to cause harm
Wouldn't rehabilitate, man, I would just box these niggas and throw away the key
Rejecting the notion of reforming individuals and suggesting a more punitive approach
I'd throw away the key like the coast guard watching me
Discarding the means of escape and ensuring constant surveillance and control
5th year with the DOC
Having spent five years incarcerated with the Department of Corrections
You can see what's CO see
Gaining insight into what the correctional officers observe and experience
Robocop opt his COP
Comparing the rigid and authoritarian behavior of correctional officers to that of fictional robotic law enforcement
3 hots and a C-O-T
Being provided with three meals a day and a place to sleep
Lived in a small town, his whole life
Having spent their entire life in a limited and confined environment
Never left, soundin' like the hole, right?
Avoiding exploration or escape, reinforcing the oppressive nature of the prison
Either working at the prison, or it's no lights
Either being employed within the prison system or facing a lack of opportunities and resources
In the system working with the pol-ice
Being complicit with law enforcement in maintaining the prison system
In the prison stripping niggas for rights
Depriving individuals of their rights and dignity within the prison environment
Got a malice, on the other side of the bars
Having animosity and ill-will towards inmates while being on the side of authority
Watching niggas get smart, watching niggas get strong
Observing incarcerated individuals better themselves intellectually and physically
Watching niggas get home, he jealous
Feeling envious of those who are released from prison
But deep down he jealous
Feeling jealousy even if he suppresses or denies it
With each sweep down, he tell us
Using disciplinary measures to assert control and dominance over the inmates
With each peep down, he help us
Even though he may not intend to, his scrutiny and monitoring inadvertently provide insights and assistance to the inmates
Wrong one gon' knock his ass out though
At some point, someone will retaliate and physically harm him
It's why he gotta lock all the niggas out for
For his own safety and to prevent potential confrontations, he isolates the inmates
Warden told the boy he better calm down
The prison warden warns the officer to control his actions and behavior
Step back from the brink and put the bomb down
Advising him to refrain from engaging in destructive or harmful behavior
But how the whole world in your palm sound?
Questioning the extent of authority and control one possesses
It's why they treat niggas like shit
Explaining the mistreatment and lack of respect directed towards inmates
Writing raps to the taps, keep the face mask on 'em these niggas might spit!
Using coded messages in lyrics to communicate and protect themselves, as the authorities may be listening
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Written by: MAURICE THOMAS, WASALU JACO
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