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I donand'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 thatand's bullshit, my defense was a joke!
(you go in a motherfuckin courtroom,
with a fuckin public defender - the public
defender works with the fuckin d. a.!
motherfuckers ainand't got no chance, you
ainand't got no money youand're fucked, youand're fucked!)
Now this cell is my residence, my address is the row.
24 hour lock down, when theyand'll kill me who knows?
Guilty - we the unfree!
dead men walking
guilty - we the unfree!
dead men walking
Iand'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 mentalityand's hate!
(when i was on the street i had motherfuckin boys, whereand's my bitch?
she wonand't even accept my fuckin phone calls! yo, they better not let me
up out this motherfucka , you this shitand'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 words
he would like to say to the court?
yeah, i got somethin iand'd like to say.
yo, you, judge, you a racist motherfucker.
i feel like bustin your motherfuckin... no, let
me go... iand'm gonna kill everyone one of you
jurors. if i ever get out of here, iand'm comin one by one
and blow your motherfuckin brains out. you motherfuckers!
no, keep your motherfuckin hands off! fuck that!)
So i think and'bout my past now, my future holds only pain.
involuntarily drugged by the state for years, now i know iand'm insane.
when iand'm moved shackled hands and feet, my skinand's covered in ink.
i read the bible and'bout twenty-five times, now fuck godand's how i think!
(you can save all that religious bullshit,
stay the fuck out of my cell. if that priest
comes in my cell, iand'm a bust him in the -
iand'll break your fuckin neck with my bare hands, fuck that.)
So live your life to the fullest, but remember donand't trip.
one mistake youand're my neighbor, and thereand's no one here rich!
Yo donand't recordar mi mamá, papá vendió romper toda la noche.
mi vida se la follan por el Jumpstreet, ahora esta cometa que escribo.
nunca tuvo la más mínima oportunidad puta, mi ensayo general que había quebrado.
mierda thatand circunstancial, mi defensa era una broma!
(Ir en un tribunal motherfuckin,
con un defensor público maldito - el público
trabaja con el defensor da puta!
hijos de puta ainand't no tienes oportunidad,
ainand't no tienes dinero youand're jodido, jodido youand're!)
Ahora bien, esta celda es mi casa, mi dirección es la fila.
24 horas de bloqueo hacia abajo, cuando theyand'll matarme ¿quién sabe?
Guilty - que el no libre!
Dead Men Walking
culpable - que el no libre!
Dead Men Walking
Iand'm un genio de los libros ahora, nunca leer en la calle.
nunca quitado un peso de puta, ahora mi concreto muchachos.
presentaron un centenar de apelaciones o más, no hay respuesta por parte del Estado.
obtener sin llamadas telefónicas o visitas, odio mi mentalityand Sitio!
(Cuando yo estaba en la calle que tenía niños motherfuckin, whereand es mi perra?
ella incluso wonand't aceptar mis llamadas putas! yo, mejor que no me deja
subir este motherfucka, usted está en este shitand, a la mierda esa palabra!)
Me sale la visita de
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Body Count
Dead man walking
Dead man walking
I donand'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 thatand's bullshit, my defense was a joke!
(you go in a motherfuckin courtroom,
with a fuckin public defender - the public
defender works with the fuckin d. a.!
motherfuckers ainand't got no chance, you
ainand't got no money youand're fucked, youand're fucked!)
Now this cell is my residence, my address is the row.
24 hour lock down, when theyand'll kill me who knows?
Guilty - we the unfree!
dead men walking
guilty - we the unfree!
dead men walking
Iand'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 mentalityand's hate!
(when i was on the street i had motherfuckin boys, whereand's my bitch?
she wonand't even accept my fuckin phone calls! yo, they better not let me
up out this motherfucka , you this shitand'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 words
he would like to say to the court?
yeah, i got somethin iand'd like to say.
yo, you, judge, you a racist motherfucker.
i feel like bustin your motherfuckin... no, let
me go... iand'm gonna kill everyone one of you
jurors. if i ever get out of here, iand'm comin one by one
and blow your motherfuckin brains out. you motherfuckers!
no, keep your motherfuckin hands off! fuck that!)
So i think and'bout my past now, my future holds only pain.
involuntarily drugged by the state for years, now i know iand'm insane.
when iand'm moved shackled hands and feet, my skinand's covered in ink.
i read the bible and'bout twenty-five times, now fuck godand's how i think!
(you can save all that religious bullshit,
stay the fuck out of my cell. if that priest
comes in my cell, iand'm a bust him in the -
iand'll break your fuckin neck with my bare hands, fuck that.)
So live your life to the fullest, but remember donand't trip.
one mistake youand're my neighbor, and thereand's no one here rich!
Body Count
Dead Man Walking
Dead Man Walking
Yo donand't recordar mi mamá, papá vendió romper toda la noche.
mi vida se la follan por el Jumpstreet, ahora esta cometa que escribo.
nunca tuvo la más mínima oportunidad puta, mi ensayo general que había quebrado.
mierda thatand circunstancial, mi defensa era una broma!
(Ir en un tribunal motherfuckin,
con un defensor público maldito - el público
trabaja con el defensor da puta!
hijos de puta ainand't no tienes oportunidad,
ainand't no tienes dinero youand're jodido, jodido youand're!)
Ahora bien, esta celda es mi casa, mi dirección es la fila.
24 horas de bloqueo hacia abajo, cuando theyand'll matarme ¿quién sabe?
Guilty - que el no libre!
Dead Men Walking
culpable - que el no libre!
Dead Men Walking
Iand'm un genio de los libros ahora, nunca leer en la calle.
nunca quitado un peso de puta, ahora mi concreto muchachos.
presentaron un centenar de apelaciones o más, no hay respuesta por parte del Estado.
obtener sin llamadas telefónicas o visitas, odio mi mentalityand Sitio!
(Cuando yo estaba en la calle que tenía niños motherfuckin, whereand es mi perra?
ella incluso wonand't aceptar mis llamadas putas! yo, mejor que no me deja
subir este motherfucka, usted está en este shitand, a la mierda esa palabra!)
Me sale la visita de
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
