It's not over for you

Snizzy: Everybody makes mistakes, on different magnitudes
Learning from them and growing up, is what you have to do
Grasping the steel bars, I feel your pain of convection
Your cell is a form of society protection
I rap for prisoners with their heads on their knees
With a mind so cold the brain cells start to freeze
And a lack of freedom, lack of motive and a fear
of suffocation when inhaling the same molecules of air
Your heart is your tyrant, when in solitary confinement
Manipulated visions of the walls closing: danger
Dark pulses crawling in that persons weakened chambers
No surprise when you cant see the pupils in their eyes
I just want to tell the world some of the pain people go through
An expression more vibrant through your eyes than my vocals
Life's a game and the CD is scratched when people ignore you
But the data is still there, so the game is not over for you.

Masker:

Some say it's a small world, but that's nothing to a cell,

With innocent people inside, but no one to hear what they tell,

False convictions placed upon, like a wizard casting a spell,

As they cling onto the bars asking to be released, help,

Pain and anger making someone else’s life a living hell,

We all inflict pain and torture but why is it always jail?

They’re overcrowded so we need a new technique to unveil,

Cos prison these days is more of just a man behind a rail,

It shouldn’t be for sale, now lives don’t know how to aim,

They see success disguised as hurt and pain, a lifetime insane,

But I’ll tell you today, that prison is not the way, status is hard to regain.