Jailer - Aṣa

Mmm…

No, no, no, no…

Oh yeah

I’m in chains, you’re in chains too

I wear uniforms

And you wear uniforms too

I’m a prisoner

You’re a prisoner too, Mr. Jailer, oh!

I have fears, you have fears too

I will die, but yourself will die too

Life is beautiful

Don’t you think so too, Mr. Jailer?

I’m talking to you jailer!

Stop calling me a prisoner

Let he who is without sin

Be the first to cast the stone

Mr. Jailer, Mr. Jailer man

You suppress all my strategies

You oppress every part of me

What you don’t know

You’re a victim too, Mr. Jailer, oh!

You don’t care about my point of view

If I die another will work for you

So you treat me like a modern slave, Mr. Jailer

If you walking in a market place

Don’t throw stones

Even if you do, you just might hit

One of your own

Life is not about your policies

All the time

So you better rearrange your philosophies

And be good to your fellow man

I hear my baby say

I want be president

I want your money

From my government

What he don’t know

What he would know

What he can know

Jailer, jailer

Be good, be good, be good…