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Yo, little khadejah pops is locked, he wanna pop the lock |
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But prison ain't nothin but a private stock |
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And she be dreamin 'bout his date of release |
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She hate the police |
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But loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her |
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Her father's a political prisoner, free fred |
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Son of a panther that the government shot dead |
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Back in 12-4-1969 |
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4 o clock in the mornin, it's terrible but it's fine |
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Cuz fred hampton jr., looks just like him |
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Walks just like him, talks just like him |
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And it might be frightenin, the feds and the snitches |
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See him organize the gang, brothers and sisters |
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So he had to be framed yo, you know how the game go |
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18 years because the 5-0 said so |
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They said he set a fire to a arab store |
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But he ignited the minds of the young black and poor |
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Hook: |
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Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates |
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Most of the youth never escape the jail fate |
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Super maximum camps will advance they game plan |
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To keep us in the hands of the man locked up |
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(hello?) |
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Collect call from ness |
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(where are you?) |
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Yo shit is crazy boo, i miss you |
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(have you been alright?) |
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Yo, can you put some money in my commisary? |
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[verse 2] |
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Little kenny been smokin lucy since he was 12 |
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Now he 25 locked up wit a l |
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They call him triple k, cuz he killed 3 niggas |
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Another ghetto child got turned into a killa |
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His pops was a vietnam veteran on heroin |
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Used like a pawn by these white north americans |
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Mama couldn't handle the stress so went crazy |
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Grandmama had to raise the baby |
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Just a young boy, born to a life of poverty |
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Hustlin, robbery, whatever brung the paper home |
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Carried the chrome like a blind man hold a cane |
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Tattoos all over his chest so you could know his name |
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But y'all know how the game go |
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Deez kicked in the front door and guess who they came for |
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A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda been, shoulda been |
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Never see the hood again |
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Hook 2x |
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(spanish speak) |
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You aint gotta be locked up to be in prison |
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Look how we livin |
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30,000 niggas a day, up in the bing, standin routine |
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They put is in a box just like our life on the block |
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Behind enemy lines |
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(repeat) |
