They say "a chain is only as strong as its weakest link"
So all this prison violence gives me the creeps
Those prison wars that help keep us all blindfolded
We don't see where all that has been going
I can feel it as if these walls are closing in on me
But somehow I'm still opening up some cell doors
As if I have the key
For all those who want to be freed
Mentally
The last thing we need is to make one another enemy
So whoever's serving time, we have to draw a line
That makes room for some peace
Do you feel me?
If so, throw up them deuces
That gives us all a sign that you're all for
Making peace!
