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Текст песни Lifers Group - The Real Deal

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This is Maxwell Melvins, aka 66064VP of the Lifers Group, help keeping our membership lowNow we`re gonna give you the real dealI wake up every morning in the face of a copBecause I used to take the nine and go ( *3 shots* )So now I`m in prison and yo, it`s like apartheidModernized slavery, straight to the genocideCause see, some punk locked up to get beat downRaped down, till his booty is broke downWithout a sound, the way he was foundWas in a night gown and his booty was bloody boundMortified, of AIDS he diedI seen a brother do a suicide because his mother diedLost all his pride, and couldn`t run and hideTo be horrified, can you even visualizeLocked and stocked, no boots to knockWith every female cop cold sweatin my jockBut as soon as you push up, they put you in lock-upIt`s like a set-up, and jimmy is fed upThis is the real dealSince `75 or 1990Lifers Group`s always been behind meDoin this time is hard on my mindI`m cryin wasted tears for doin these yearsSo man in the blue, what must I do?Put me behind the bars for breakin two lawsWhen I came to prison, I was scared as hellA brother came to me, said I looked very swellHe said I remind him of a fag he soldFor a pack of cigarettes and a Tootsie RollMy heart was poundin, my blood was coldBut bein a fag wasn`t in my soulI dropped my lock in a sockBeat the fucker down the cell blockFive C.O.s to me to the holeOne said, "Knowledge born (we`re in control)"It`s the real deal, sucker(Now they got me in a cell) --> Chuck D(Go to Rahway Prison)(Five-o said, "Freeze!") --> Chuck DBein incarcerated isn`t no jokeThe strong survive and the weak get brokeJust like a bone if they can`t hold their ownAnd stand strong, they won`t last longIn jail because a cell is hellThe system smells and the food tastes staleSo don`t be dumb and come, muthafuck crimeCause once you cross that line, you`re gonna do some timeUntil they give you a dateBut till then, you belong to the stateCountin the daysMany ways that my mind has phasedI`s just a haze of black, to be exactIt`s hard to keep trackLife and death go together forever and everI got a letter of refuseParole board said I ain`t paid my duesI got the bluesStill, this is the real dealOof, ( ? ) spoke on the truthA nap in the penitentiary, for half a centuryLook through the bars, see the muscles in big shirtsGive you a week, and you be wearin a wig, jerkThought he was funny, well, chuckle while your knees buckleSuddenly the woman inside of you unfoldsHmm, somebody played with your butt holeQueer of the year, give them gear, you hearPlus some new shoes, cause brother, it`s bad newsIf you try to play rough, dudeAnd watch him fess y`allWhen he step in the mess hallGrab a seat to eat, oops you got beatCause it`s a hard life without no sharp knifeYou gotta have might to fight just to live your lifeWanna relax, but they say, "Nah, gee"Cause on your spare time you`ll be doin laundryCause this is the real deal(Now they got me in a cell) --> Chuck D(Go to Rahway Prison)(Five-o said, "Freeze!") --> Chuck D(We ain`t no muthafuckas to be proud ofwe have sold the fuck out)Six in the morning, all I hear is a bellI thought it was a dream, but no, I`m in jailCommitted a crime and boy, did I fail21-7 they got me locked in a cellPrisoner, convict, I will destroy yaNotorious bank robber, I`m comin for yaThe bad, the evil, and I will deceive yaInside a penitentiary there is no one equalNo wrong, no right, and I will kill with a knifeYou wanna come to prison boy, I might take your lifeYou`re just a vice in my style, so ya better think twiceCause I`m annoyed, irritated, and I`m here for a fightEverytime I walk around I see another brother with lifeYou`re just a dumb little idiot and can`t see the lightSo keep out the system, stay a man and be freeIf not, young brother, you come here with meIt`s the real deal(Now they got me in a cell) --> Chuck D(Go to Rahway Prison)(Five-o said, "Freeze!") --> Chuck DI got banged up, stitched up, shut up, word upI`m fed up, I`m doin time in lock-upIn the hole, handcuffed to a toilet bowlI took a fall by the wall, indeed I had to crawlAnd when I got up, I tried to make collect callsTo the crib, cause I`m doin a bidBut I wanna leave a message to all the young kidsBlack out, I`m strapped, and I don`t smoke crackDopefiends, Dr. King had a dreamThat we would grow up and work together as a teamCrooks, lock em up by the bookI`m not buggin and muggin, sellin drugs is forbiddenYoung dumb punks, don`t come to Rahway PrisonCause the drugs is the enemy, believe me, I`m talkinJail is hell and a cell is a coffinMade of steelThis is the real deal(That`s how it is in here, man)

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