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Dead Man Walking Lyrics
by Body Count
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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