Dead Man Walking lyrics
Song information
Artist: Body Count
Album: Violent Demise: Last Days
Lyrics
I don't 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 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 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 mother-
Fuckin boys, where's my bitch ? she won't
Even accept my fuckin phone calls! yo
They better not let me up out this mother-
Fucka, 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
Chorus
[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 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 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 god's 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!
Chorus