Влез Регистрация

Скрий

Забравена парола

Забравена парола? Въведи твоят e-mail адрес и ще ти изпратим link, с който да създадеш нова парола.

Назад

Затвори
Body Count

Body Count

Dead Man Walking

Адреса на видеото във Youtube, Vbox7 или Vimeo

Оригинален текст

I don't remember my mama,
dad sold crack all night.
My life was fked from the jumpstreet,
now this kite I write.
Never had half a fkin chance,
my whole trial I was broke.
Circumstantial that's bulls**t,
my defense was a joke!

You go in a motherfkin courtroom,
with a fkin public defender - the public
defender works with the fkin D.A.!
Motherfkers ain't got no chance, you
ain't got no money you're fked, you're
fked!

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 fkin 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-
fkin boys, where's my b*tch ? She won't
even accept my fkin phone calls! Yo,
they better not let me up out this mother-
fka, you this s**t's on, fk 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 motherfker. I
feel like bustin your motherfkin...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-
fkin brains out. You motherfkers!
No, keep your motherfkin hands off!
fk 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 fk god's how I think!

You can save all that religious bulls**t,
stay the fk out of my cell. If that priest
comes in my cell, I'm a bust him in the -
I'll break your fkin neck with my bare
hands, fk 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

добави Превод

Зареди коментарите

Още текстове от Body Count