Body Count

Body Count - Dead Man Walking lyrics

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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 mother-

fuckin boys, where's my bitch ? She won't

even accept my fuckin phone calls! Yo,

they better not let me up out this mother-

fucka, 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.

CHORUS

[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 mother-

fuckin 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!

CHORUS

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