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Dead Man Walking


by Bodycount. Buy album CD: Violent Demise - The Last Days


I don't remember my mama, dad sold crack all night.
My life was fucked from the jumpstreet, now this kite I write.
Never had half a fuckin chance, my whole trial I was broke.
Circumstantial that's bullshit, my defense was a joke!

[You go in a motherfuckin courtroom,
With a fuckin public defender - the public
Defender works with the fuckin D. A.!
Motherfuckers ain't got no chance, you
Ain't got no money you're fucked, you're fucked!]

Now this cell is my residence, my address is The Row.
24 hour lock down, when they'll kill me who knows?

Guilty - we the unfree!
Dead men walking
Guilty - we the unfree!
Dead men walking

I'm a genius from books now, Never read on the street.
Never lifted a fuckin weight, now my boys concrete.
Filed a hundred appeals or more, no response from the state.
Get no phone calls or visits, My mentality's hate!

[When I was on the street I had motherfuckin boys, where's my bitch?
She won't even accept my fuckin phone calls! Yo, they better not let me
Up out this motherfucka , you this shit's on, fuck that word!]

I get visits from doctors, analyzing the ill.
Families pray for my death now, vengeance lays for the kill.

[Does the defendant have any final words
He would like to say to the court?
Yeah, I got somethin I'd like to say.
Yo, you, judge, you a racist motherfucker.
I feel like bustin your motherfuckin... no, let
Me go... I'm gonna kill everyone one of you
Jurors. If I ever get out of here, I'm comin one by one
And blow your motherfuckin brains out. You motherfuckers!
No, keep your motherfuckin hands off! Fuck that!]

So I think 'bout my past now, my future holds only pain.
Involuntarily drugged by the state for years, now I know I'm insane.
When I'm moved shackled hands and feet, my skin's covered in ink.
I read the bible 'bout twenty-five times, now fuck god's how I think!

[You can save all that religious bullshit,
Stay the fuck out of my cell. If that priest
Comes in my cell, I'm a bust him in the -
I'll break your fuckin neck with my bare hands, fuck that.]

So live your life to the fullest, but remember don't trip.
One mistake you're my neighbor, and there's no one here rich!




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Album: Violent Demise - The Last Days (1997) Lyrics
cd Buy "Violent Demise - The Last Days" CD
  1. Interview
  2. My Way
  3. Strippers intro
  4. Strippers
  5. Truth Or Death
  6. Violent Demise
  7. Bring It To Pain
  8. Music Business
  9. I Used To Love Her
  10. Root Of All Evil
  11. Dead Man Walking
  12. Interview End
  13. You're F**kin' With BC
  14. Ernie's Intro
  15. Dr. K
  16. Last Days

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