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Let`s go fellas, shower time`s up in five minutes* sounds of prison bars slamming shut *Get those feet off the table, whaddyou think this is, home?(This is bullshit - yo son let me get a ciggarette) (I`ma go.. back to my cell and read)That`s it - five more minutes and that`s itBack to work fellas, back to work![Dead Prez]Yo, lil` Kadeija pops his locks, he wanna pop the lockbut prison ain`t nuttin but a private stockAnd she be dreamin bout his date of release, she hate the policebut loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses herHer father`s a political prisoner, Free FredSon of a Panther that the government shot deadback in 12/4, 1969Four o`clock in the mornin, it`s terrible but it`s fine, causeFred Hampton Jr. looks just like himWalks just like jim, talks just like himAnd it might be frightenin the Feds and the snitchesto see him organize the gang brothers and sistersSo he had to be framed yo, you know how the game goEighteen years, because the five-oh said soThey said he set a fire to a a-rab storebut he ignited the minds of the young black and poor Behind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmates Most of the youths never escape the jail fates Super maximum camps will advance they gameplan to keep us in the hands of the man, locked up(Hello?) Collect call from Nes(How are you?) Yo shit is crazy Boo(Have you been alright?) You know I miss you(I feel lonely lonely lonely) Yo woman.. can you put some money in my commisary?Lord can`t even smoke a loosey since he was twelve925 locked up with a LThey call him triple K, cause he killed three niggazAnother ghetto child got turned into a killerHis pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroinUsed like a pawn by these white North AmericansMomma couldn`t handle the stress and went crazyGrandmomma had to raise the babyJust a young boy, born to a life of povertyHustlin, robbery, whatever brung the paper homeCarried the chrome like a blind man holdin caneTattoes all over his chest, so you can know his nameBut y`all know how the game goD`s kicked in the front door, and guess who they came fo`?A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda beenshoulda been, never see the hood again Behind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmates Most of the youths never escape the jail fates Super maximum camps will advance they gameplan to keep us in the hands of the man, locked up Behind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmates Most of the youths never escape the jail fates Super maximum camps will advance they gameplan to keep us in the hands of the man, locked up* speaking in spanish *You ain`t gotta be locked up to be in prisonLook how we livin, thirty thousand niggaz a dayup in the bing, standard routineThey 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 prisonLook how we livin, thirty thousand niggaz a dayup in the bing, standard routineThey put us in a box just like our life on the blocks (behind enemy lines)

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