Warzone - Intellectual

[Produced by Benga]

How am I supposed to breathe when I can't even go outside?

There's nowhere I can go anymore cause the cabbie won't give me a ride

[?] a brick wall, black in the line

I know I won't be scared anymore cause I'm in here losing my mind

Oh, oh, it's like I'm living in a warzone

I can hear shots in the night as they echo through the corridors

And I know they're talking downstairs cause it's coming up through the floors

I just wanna feel like I did growing up around ones that I adore

Now I'm just a prisoner here and I don't feel safe anymore

Politician coming to my door cause he says I've got a vote I should give

I tell him if he wants it from me, maybe he should try to live where I live