Letra de Dead man walking
Body Count
I don't remember my mama, dad sold crack all night.
my life was fuc*** from the jumpstreet, now this kite i write.
never had half a fuc*** chance, my whole trial i was broke.
circumstantial that's bullshit, my defense was a joke!
(you go in a motherfuc*** courtroom,
with a fuc*** public defender - the public
defender works with the fuc*** d. a.!
motherfuckers ain't got no chance, you
ain't got no money you're fuc***, you're fuc***!)
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 fuc*** 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 motherfuc*** boys, where's my bitch?
she won't even accept my fuc*** phone calls! yo, they better not let me
up out this motherfucka , you this shit's on, f*** 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 i'd like to say.
yo, you, judge, you a racist motherfuc***.
i feel like bustin your motherfuc***... 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 motherfuc*** brains out. you motherfuc***!
no, keep your motherfuc*** hands off! f*** 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 f*** god's how i think!
(you can save all that religious bullshit,
stay the f*** out of my cell. if that priest
comes in my cell, i'm a bust him in the -
i'll break your fuc*** neck with my bare hands, f*** 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!
my life was fuc*** from the jumpstreet, now this kite i write.
never had half a fuc*** chance, my whole trial i was broke.
circumstantial that's bullshit, my defense was a joke!
(you go in a motherfuc*** courtroom,
with a fuc*** public defender - the public
defender works with the fuc*** d. a.!
motherfuckers ain't got no chance, you
ain't got no money you're fuc***, you're fuc***!)
Now this cell is my residence, my address is the row.
24 hour lock down, when they'll kill me who knows?
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 fuc*** 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 motherfuc*** boys, where's my bitch?
she won't even accept my fuc*** phone calls! yo, they better not let me
up out this motherfucka , you this shit's on, f*** 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 i'd like to say.
yo, you, judge, you a racist motherfuc***.
i feel like bustin your motherfuc***... 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 motherfuc*** brains out. you motherfuc***!
no, keep your motherfuc*** hands off! f*** 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 f*** god's how i think!
(you can save all that religious bullshit,
stay the f*** out of my cell. if that priest
comes in my cell, i'm a bust him in the -
i'll break your fuc*** neck with my bare hands, f*** that.)
one mistake you're my neighbor, and there's no one here rich!
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