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I got a letter from the government |
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The other day, |
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I opened and read it |
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It said they were suckers |
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They wanted me for their army or whatever |
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Picture me given' a damn, |
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I said never |
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Here is a land that never gave a damn |
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About a brother like me and myself |
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Because they never did |
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I wasn't wit' it, but just that very minute |
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It occurred to me, the suckers had authority |
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Cold sweatin' as |
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I dwell in my cell |
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How long has it been? |
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They got me sittin' in the state pen |
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I gotta get out, but that thought was thought before |
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I contemplated a plan on the cell floor |
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I'm not a fugitive on the run |
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But a brother like me begun, to be another one |
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Public enemy servin' time, they drew the line y'all |
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To criticize me some crime, never the less |
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They could not understand that |
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I'm a Black man |
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And I could never be a veteran |
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On the strength, the situation's unreal |
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I got a raw deal, so |
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I'm goin' for the steel |
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Don't you know, they got me rottin' in the time that |
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I'm servin' |
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Tellin' you what happened the same time they're throwin'4 of us packed in a cell like slaves, oh well |
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The same motherfucker got us livin' is his hell |
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You have to realize, what its a form of slavery |
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Organized under a swarm of devils |
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Straight up, word'em up on the level |
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The reasons are several, most of them federal |
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Here is my plan anyway and |
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I sayI got gusto, but only some |
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I can trust, yo |
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Some do a bid from 1 to 10 |
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And I never did, and plus |
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I never been |
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I'm on a tier where no tears should ever fall |
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Cell block and locked, |
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I never clock it y'all' |
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Cause time and time again time |
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They got me servin' to those and to them |
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I'm not a citizen |
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But ever when |
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I catch a |
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C OSleepin' on the job, my plan is on go-ahead |
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On the strength, |
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I'ma tell you the deal |
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I got nothin' to lose, 'cause |
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I'm goin' for the steel |
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I'm goin' for the steel |
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Don't you know |
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I caught a |
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C OFallin' asleep on death row |
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I grabbed his gun, then he did what |
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I said soAnd everyman's got served |
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Along with the time they served |
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Decency was deserved |
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To understand my demands |
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I gave a warnin', |
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I wanted the governor, y'all |
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And plus the warden to know |
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That I was innocent |
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Because I'm militant |
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Posing a threat, you bet it's fuckin' up the government |
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My plan said |
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I had to get out and break north |
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Just like with |
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Oliver's neck |
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I had to get off, my boys had the feds in check |
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They couldn't do nuthin' |
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We had a force to instigate a prison riot |
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This is what it takes for peace |
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So I just took the piece |
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Black for black inside time to cut the leash |
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Freedom to get out, to the ghetto, no sell out6 |
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C-Os we got we ought to put their head out |
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But I'll give 'em a chance, 'cause |
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I'm civilized |
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As for the rest of the world, they can't realize |
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A cell is hell, |
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I'm a rebel so |
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I rebelBetween bars, got me thinkin' like an animal |
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Got a woman |
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C-O to call me a copter |
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She tried to get away, and |
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I popped her |
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Twice, right, now who wanna get nice? |
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I had 6 C- |
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Os, now it's 5 to go |
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And I'm serious, call me delirious |
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But I'm still a captive, |
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I gotta rap this |
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Time to break as time grows intense |
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I got the steel in my right hand |
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Now I'm lookin' for the fence |
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I ventured into the courtyard |
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Followed by 52 brothers |
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Bruised, battered, and scarred but hard |
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Goin' out with a bang, ready to bang out |
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But power from the sky |
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And from the tower shots rang out |
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A high number of dose, yes |
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And some came close |
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Figure I trigger my steel |
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Stand and hold my post |
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This is what |
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I mean, an anti-nigger machine |
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If I come out alive and then they won't, come clean |
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And then I threw up my steel bullet |
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Flew up and to my surprise the water tower |
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Blew up, who shot |
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What, who, the bazooka was who |
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And to my rescue, it was the |
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S1WsSecured my getaway, so |
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I just gotaway |
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The joint broke, from the black smoke |
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Then they saw it was rougher than the average bluffer' |
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Cause the steel was black, the attitude exact |
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Now the chase is on tellin' you to c'mon53 brothers on the run, and we are gone |
