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Body Count Lyrics
"Dead Man Walking"

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I don't remember my mama

Dad sold crack all night

My life was fucked from the jump street

Now this kite I write

Never had half a fuckin' chance

My whole trial I was broke

Circumstantial that'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 ain't got no chance

You ain't got no money you're fucked, you're fucked

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 fuckin' weight

Now my boy's 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

Motherfuckin' boys, where's my bitch?

She won't even accept my fuckin' phone calls

Yo, they better not let me up out this motherfucka

You this shit's on, fuck that word

I get visits from doctors

Analyzing the ill

Families pray for my death now

Vengeance lays for the kill

Guilty, we the unfree

Dead men walking

Guilty, we the unfree

Dead men walking

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 motherfucker

I feel like bustin your motherfuckin'

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 motherfuckin' brains out

You motherfuckers, no, keep your motherfuckin' hands off

Fuck 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 fuck gods how I think

You can save all that religious bullshit

Stay the fuck out of my cell

If that priest comes in my cell, I'm a bust him in the

I'll break your fuckin' neck with my bare hands, fuck 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

Guilty, we the unfree

Dead men walking

Guilty, we the unfree

Dead men walking
This song is from the album "Violent Demise".