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Dead Man Walking
Lyricist:Beatmaster V, Ernie Cunningham, Tracy Marrow, Dennis Miles, Lloyd Roberts
I don't remember my mama Dad sold crack all night My life was fucked from the jump street 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 boy's 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Families pray for my death now Vengeance lays for the kill
Guilty, we the unfree Dead men walking Guilty, we the unfree Dead men walking
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 gods 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
Guilty, we the unfree Dead men walking Guilty, we the unfree Dead men walking
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