There's someone banging on my wall
I turn the volume up to full
I don't know who it is
Or why they don't like me
I don't feel safe in the street There's something nagging in my head
I turn my body out of bed
I draw the curtains on another brand new day
Mrs. Jones and friend just look away I'm prisoner number one
I won't get parole
'cause I carry a gun Prisoner number one
Prisoner number one We're all prisoners
We're all prisoners
We're all prisoners here Last thing I remember Tuesday night
Is three white wonders waiting for a fight
Mrs. Jones walked by me as I lay there on our street
She knows I'm a black boy underneath I'm prisoner number one
I won't get parole
'cause I carry a gun Prisoner number one
Prisoner number one We're all prisoners
We're all prisoners
We're all prisoners here We're all prisoners
Always caught
In the life and d**h of each other's thoughts I'm prisoner number one (Oh-oh)
Prisoner number one (Oh-woah-oh)
Prisoner number one (Oh-oh)
Prisoner number one I'm prisoner number one
I won't get parole
'cause I carry a gun Prisoner number one
Prisoner number one We're all prisoners
We're all prisoners
We're all prisoners here Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh!