Jailer
Would you please, would you please help me Mr. Jailer
I better get out of this place n' soon.
Don't know how to sleep at night, yeah you say it's alright, but it's not.
No, no, no, no
You know, I'm a little bit scared yeah!
Well it's a fact, well it's a real fact, that just about every guy in
this prison hates me,
c'mon give me the key set me free, set me free,
you know me, you know me, haa!
You don't have to be sorry here, just listen to my story.
I would never hurt ya, I would never touch ya, with my finger.
I will leave your family alone, I will never pull a dog's tail,
I will never come back.
Are you ever gonna feel like me?
(I'm not fine!)
Are you ever gonna feel like me?
(I'm not fine!)
Are you ever gonna feel like me?
Alright now
Imagine yourself in this cell, in this situation.
You don't care, you don't see things, yeah
How would you react, if you were me?
would you like to be free, hey, you have got a key to the lock of my
door.
Together, we can make things better,
if you wanna do sometihing good, let me go back to the hood,
with my men. Oh god! that I miss them.
I'll get back to the picture,
see my homies again, I'll be good by my nature.
Please Mr. Jailer, Mr. Failure whatever aaa...
(I'm not fine!)
Are you ever gonna feel like me?
(I'm not fine!)
Are you ever gonna feel like me?
(I'm not fine!)
Are you ever gonna feel like me?
(I'm not fine!)
Are you ever gonna feel like me?
Are you ever gonna feel like me?
Are you ever gonna feel like me?
Are you ever gonna feel like me?
Are you ever gonna feel like me?
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