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Bodycount - Dead Man Walking lyrics

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Dead Man Walking by Bodycount


I don't remember my mama, dad sold crack all night.
My life was f**ked from the jumpstreet, now this kite I write.
Never had half a f**kin chance, my whole trial I was broke.
Circumstantial that's bullsh*t, my defense was a joke!
[You go in a motherf**kin courtroom,
With a f**kin public defender - the public
Defender works with the f**kin D. A.!
Motherf**kers ain't got no chance, you
Ain't got no money you're f**ked, you're f**ked!]
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 f**kin 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 motherf**kin boys, where's my b**ch?
She won't even accept my f**kin phone calls! Yo, they better not let me
Up out this motherf**ka , you this sh*t's on, f**k that word!]
I get visits from doctors, an*lyzing 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 motherf**ker.
I feel like bustin your motherf**kin... 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 motherf**kin brains out. You motherf**kers!
No, keep your motherf**kin hands off! f**k 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 f**k god's how I think!
[You can save all that religious bullsh*t,
Stay the f**k out of my cell. If that priest
Comes in my cell, I'm a bust him in the -
I'll break your f**kin neck with my bare hands, f**k 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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