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Body Count

Dead Man Walking

  crossover  rapcore  hardcore  metal  rap metal
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Текст песни Body Count - Dead Man Walking

Body Count - Dead Man Walking слова песни




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 publicdefender works with the fuckin D. A.!Motherfuckers ain`t got no chance, youain`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 walkingGuilty - we the unfree!Dead men walkingI`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 motherfuckin boys, where`s my bitch?She won`t even accept my fuckin phone calls! Yo, they better not let meup out this motherfucka , 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.[Does the defendant have any final wordshe 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, letme go... I`m gonna kill everyone one of youjurors. If I ever get out of here, I`m comin one by oneand 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 god`s how I think![You can save all that religious bullshit,stay the fuck out of my cell. If that priestcomes 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!

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