I don't remember my mama,
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dad sold crack all night.
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My life was fucked from the jumpstreet,
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now this kite I write.
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Never had half a fuckin chance,
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my whole trial I was broke.
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Circumstantial that's bullshit,
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my defense was a joke!
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[You go in a motherfuckin courtroom,
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with a fuckin public defender - the public
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defender works with the fuckin D.A.!
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Motherfuckers ain't got no chance, you
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ain't got no money you're fucked, you're
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fucked!]
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Now this cell is my residence,
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my address is The Row.
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24 hour lock down,
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when they'll kill me who knows ?
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Guilty - we the unfree!
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Dead men walking
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Guilty - we the unfree!
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Dead men walking
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I'm a genius from books now,
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Never read on the street.
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Never lifted a fuckin weight,
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now my boys concrete.
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Filed a hundred appeals or more,
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no response from the state.
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Get no phone calls or visits,
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My mentality's hate!
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[When I was on the street I had mother-
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fuckin boys, where's my bitch ? She won't
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even accept my fuckin phone calls! Yo,
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they better not let me up out this mother-
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fucka, you this shit's on, fuck that word!]
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I get visits from doctors,
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analyzing the ill.
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Families pray for my death now,
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vengeance lays for the kill.
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CHORUS
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[Does the defendant have any final words
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he would like to say to the court ?
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Yeah, I got somethin I'd like to say. Yo,
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you, judge, you a racist motherfucker. I
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feel like bustin your motherfuckin...no, let
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me go...I'm gonna kill everyone one of you
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jurors. If I ever get out of here, I'm
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comin one by one and blow your mother-
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fuckin brains out. You motherfuckers!
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No, keep your motherfuckin hands off!
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Fuck that!]
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So I think 'bout my past now,
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my future holds only pain.
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Involuntarily drugged by the state
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for years,
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now I know I'm insane.
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When I'm moved shackled hands and feet,
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my skin's covered in ink.
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I read the bible 'bout twenty-five times,
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now fuck god's how I think!
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[You can save all that religious bullshit,
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stay the fuck out of my cell. If that priest
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comes in my cell, I'm a bust him in the -
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I'll break your fuckin neck with my bare
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hands, fuck that.]
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So live your life to the fullest,
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but remember don't trip.
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One mistake you're my neighbor,
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and there's no one here rich!
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CHORUS
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