Текст (слова) песни: Body Count - Dead Man Walking

I dont remember my mama,
dad sold crack all night.
My life was fucked from the jumpstreet,
now this kite I write.
Never had half a fuckin chance,
my whole trial I was broke.
Circumstantial thats 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 aint got no chance, you
aint got no money youre fucked, youre
fucked!]

Now this cell is my residence,
my address is The Row.
24 hour lock down,
when theyll kill me who knows ?

Guilty - we the unfree!
Dead men walking
Guilty - we the unfree!
Dead men walking

Im a genius from books now,
Never read on the street.
Never lifted a fuckin weight,
now my boys concrete.
Filed a hundred appeals or more,
no response from the state.
Get no phone calls or visits,
My mentalitys hate!

[When I was on the street I had mother-
fuckin boys, wheres my bitch ? She wont
even accept my fuckin phone calls! Yo,
they better not let me up out this mother-
fucka, you this shits on, fuck that word!]

I get visits from doctors,
analyzing the ill.
Families pray for my death now,
vengeance lays for the kill.

CHORUS

[Does the defendant have any final words
he would like to say to the court ?
Yeah, I got somethin Id like to say. Yo,
you, judge, you a racist motherfucker. I
feel like bustin your motherfuckin...no, let
me go...Im gonna kill everyone one of you
jurors. If I ever get out of here, Im
comin one by one and blow your mother-
fuckin 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 Im insane.
When Im moved shackled hands and feet,
my skins 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, Im a bust him in the -
Ill break your fuckin neck with my bare
hands, fuck that.]

So live your life to the fullest,
but remember dont trip.
One mistake youre my neighbor,
and theres no one here rich!

CHORUS
Другие песни Body Count:

A Statistic
Body Count
Body Count Anthem
Body Mf Count
Born Dead
Bowels Of The Devil
Bring It To Pain
Cop Killer
Dead Man Walking
Dr. K
Drive By
Evil Dick
Hey Joe
I Used To Love Her
KKK Bitch
Last Breath
Last Days
Masters Of Revenge
My Way (Feat. Raw Breed)
Necessary Evil
Now Sports
Oprah
Out In The Parking Lot
Root Of All Evil
Shallow Graves
Smoked Pork
Street Lobotomy
Strippers
Strippers Intro
Surviving The Game
The Real Problem
The Winners Loses
There Goes The Neighborhood
Truth Or Death
Violent Demise
Voodooo
Who Are You