#NoMorePrisons – The Song! Sneak Peek: AWKWORD x ThroatChopU

With “Throw Away The Key (No More Prisons)world premiering on The DJ Booth this coming Monday, July 30, and the video being shot less than a week later, now is the time to share the befitting single cover art by ThroatChopU (The Mad Bloggers), as well as the hard-hitting lyrics from this anthemic socio-political record off AWKWORD‘s 100% for-charity global Hip Hop LP, World View.

As a last-minute addition, also featured is a brand-new radio interview, recorded live from the UK, with AWKWORD about prisons, injustice, racism and the NO MORE PRISONS song — plus, a RADIO RIP of THE SONG itself! CLICK HERE for a FREE Stream/Download.

Cover Art

We actually received two dope designs from ThroatChopU and had a difficult time making our selection, but after conferring with artist friends and DJ Booth Editor-In-Chief DJ Z, we confidently went with the below.

AWKWORD - Throw Away The Key (No More Prisons) - Art by ThroatChopU (The Mad Bloggers)

And before you read the lyrics, click here for more information on America’s (in)justice system — and AWKWORD’s grassroots hands-on work in prisons and prison alternatives, with inmates, former inmates and at-risk youth.

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

they just stop em and frisk, ya betta move real lightly /
i heard they got a contest, ask Bill O’Reilly /
afraid youll get locked up, theyll throw away the key /
they free to move across the sea, you aint even free /
still awaiting retrials, for drug deals, in New York /
overcrowded Louisiana, California its sport /
Chicago is a wasteland, even colder in the summer /
no education, programs, now they murderin each other /
born into prisons, most ghetto buildings got bars /
when you live without shit, go head and worship them cars /
the vista from the stoops, Marine billboards, you bored /
and on the block, you got bars, drug dealers and whores /
father might be gone, or hes working two jobs /
stay at homes an oxymoron, moms working too hard /
latchkey kids, no role models, no guidance /
no homework, eat some Mickey Ds and get into some violence.

[Hook]

they come with they cars, and they laws, and they bars /
they come at you sideways, no way youll get off /
and your whole life, ya heard, stay away from them cops /
and your word and ya balls, is all that you got /

they come with they cars, and they laws, and they bars /
they come at you sideways, no way youll get off /
and your whole life, ya heard, stay away from them cops /
and your word and ya balls, is all that you got.

[Verse 2]

im sorry mr. president, im sorry mr. senator /
im sorry mr. governor, we cant, recover her /
see this country of ours, see this world of ours /
was never really yours, we just got a lil bored /
nowadays, you gotta deal, with all breeds, of all types /
i guess you, the type right, to type right, all uptight /
pause, none of us is goblins, except that one guy /
and that was just, one story, told a buncha damn times /
on the real, call this the first hint of a problem /
and when i say some shits a problem its not industry jargon /
the problem im causing, gonna have the CIA watching /
i seen em take the damn picture, i bleed for the orphans /
the sick and the starving, the lost ones, stuck with no options /
its awesome, like pulling people straight outta they coffins /
See we know, its JUST US, no justice in this bitch /
Rest in Peace Ron Arm, forever Elementary rich.

[Hook]

they come with they cars, and they laws, and they bars /
they come at you sideways, no way youll get off /
and your whole life, ya heard, stay away from them cops /
and your word and ya balls, is all that you got /

they come with they cars, and they laws, and they bars /
they come at you sideways, no way youll get off /
and your whole life, ya heard, stay away from them cops /
and your word and ya balls, is all that you got.

[Verse 3]

so what we gon do, thats the question of course /
alotta human beings, struggled over these thoughts /
you got the Rules for Radicals, The Activist Handbook /
i threw it all away, lets create our own standard /
there are more locked up here, than anywhere else /
plus, most of em on drug charges, most never dealt /
most of em in jail, probably there cause they smelt /
weed crimes, fill a hell of a lotta the damn cells /
stand still, we wont, we stand tall, we all /
brave enough, to say enough is enough, so cmon /
shit, aint hard to tell, take a lil look around /
feel like everyone in prisons either black or they brown /
and its kinda hard for me to be, all black and proud /
but i been in the damn system, seen my friends go down /
smell the wretched of the earth, hit me on the low /
and if anybody ask, i pay tax and dont smoke.

[Hook]

they come with they cars, and they laws, and they bars /
they come at you sideways, no way youll get off /
and your whole life, ya heard, stay away from them cops /
and your word and ya balls, is all that you got /

they come with they cars, and they laws, and they bars /
they come at you sideways, no way youll get off /
and your whole life, ya heard, stay away from them cops /
and your word and ya balls, is all that you got.