키: D# minor
Verse 1
shower time's up in five minutes
Get those feet off the table, what
Verse 2
do you think this is, home?
Verse 3
That's it, five more
minutes and that's it
Back to work fellas,
back to work!
(A mí me llaman Puerto
Rico en donde vivo)
Verse 4
he want to pop the lock
But prison ain't nuttin' but
a private stock
And she be dreamin' bout his date of release,
she hate the police
But loved by her grandma
who hugs and kisses her
Her father's a political prisoner,
Free Fred
Son of a Panther that
the government shot dead
Back in twelve four, nineteen sixty- nine
Four o'clock in the mornin',
it's terrible but it's fine, 'cause
Fred Hampton Jr. Looks just like him
Walks just like him, talks just like him
And it might be frightenin'
the Feds and the snitches
To see him organize the gang
brothers and sisters
So he had to be framed yo,
you know how the game go
Eighteen years,
because the five- oh said so
They said he set a fire to an Arab store
But he ignited the minds
of the young black and poor
Verse 5
my niggas is cellmates
Most of the youths never
escape the jail fates
Super maximum camps will
advance they game plan
To keep us in the hands of the man,
locked up
Verse 6
(Hello?) Collect call from Nes
(I feel lonely lonely lonely)
Yo woman
in my commissary?
Verse 7
loosey since he was twelve
Nine two five locked up with a L
Another ghetto child got turned into a killer
His pops was a Vietnam
veteran on heroin
Used like a pawn by these white
North Americans
Grand momma had to raise the baby
Just a young boy,
born to a life of poverty
Hustlin', robbery,
whatever brung the paper home
G#m
D#m
Carried the chrome like a blind
man holdin' cane
Tattoos all over his chest,
so you can know his name
But y'all know how the game go
D's kicked in the front door,
and guess who they came for?
G#m
D#m
A young nigga headed for the pen,
coulda been, shoulda been
Never see the hood again
Verse 8
my niggas is cellmates
Most of the youths never
escape the jail fates
Super maximum camps will advance
they game plan
To keep us in the hands of the man,
locked up
Verse 9
my niggas is cellmates
Most of the youths never
escape the jail fates
To keep us in the hands of the man,
Verse 10
Cuando yo llamo, como tú no me
quieres escuchar
No he visto a mis hijos, mi mujer
No me mandas retratos, no tengo dinero
Estoy aquí jodido en la
cárcel, metido
Verse 11
Look how we livin',
thirty thousand niggas a day
Up in the bing, standard routine
They put us in a box just like our life
on the blocks
(Behind enemy lines)
You ain't gotta be locked
up to be in prison
Look how we livin',
thirty thousand niggas a day
Up in the bing, standard routine
They put us in a box just like our life
on the blocks
(Behind enemy lines)
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