Dead Man Walking Lyrics
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Dead Man Walking Lyricsby Bodycount Buy album CD: Caution To The Wind 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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