Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos, artist - Sepultura.
Date of issue: 03.03.2003
Song language: English
Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos |
I got a letter from the government |
The other day |
I opened and read it |
It said they were suckers |
They wanted me for their army or whatever |
Picture me given' a damn I said never |
Here is a land that never gave a damn |
About a brother like me and myself |
Because they never did |
I wasn’t wit' it but just that very minute… |
It occurred to me |
The suckers had authority |
Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell |
How long has it been? |
They got me sittin' in the state pen |
I gotta get out — but that thought was thought before |
I contemplated a plan on the cell floor |
I’m not a fugitive on the run |
But a brother like me begun — to be another one |
Public enemy servin' time — they drew the line y’all |
To criticize me some crime — never the less |
They could not understand that I’m a Black man |
And I could never be a veteran |
On the strength, the situation’s unreal |
I got a raw deal, so I’m goin' for the steel |
They got me rottin' in the time that I’m servin' |
Tellin' you what happened the same time they’re throwin' |
4 of us packed in a cell like slaves — oh well |
The same motherfucker got us livin' is his hell |
You have to realize — what its a form of slavery |
Organized under a swarm of devils |
Straight up — word’em up on the level |
The reasons are several, most of them federal |
Here is my plan anyway and I say |
I got gusto, but only some I can trust — yo |
Some do a bid from 1 to 10 |
And I never did, and plus I never been |
I’m on a tier where no tears should ever fall |
Cell block and locked — I never clock it y’all |
'Cause time and time again time |
They got me servin' to those and to them |
I’m not a citizen |
But ever when I catch a C-O |
Sleepin' on the job — my plan is on go-ahead |
On the strength, I’m tell you the deal |
I got nothin' to lose |
'Cause I’m goin' for the steel |
You know I caught a C-O |
Fallin' asleep on death row |
I grabbed his gun — then he did what I said so |
And everyman’s got served |
Along with the time they served |
Decency was deserved |
To understand my demands |
I gave a warnin' - I wanted the governor, y’all |
And plus the warden to know |
That I was innocent — |
Because I’m militant |
Posing a threat, you bet it’s fuckin' up the government |
My plan said I had to get out and break north |
Just like with Oliver’s neck |
I had to get off — my boys had the feds in check |
They couldn’t do nuthin' |
We had a force to instigate a prison riot |
This is what it takes for peace |
So I just took the piece |
Black for Black inside time to cut the leash |
Freedom to get out — to the ghetto — no sell out |
6 C-Os we got we ought to put their head out |
But I’ll give 'em a chance, cause I’m civilized |
As for the rest of the world, they can’t realize |
A cell is hell — I’m a rebel so I rebel |
Between bars, got me thinkin' like an animal |
Got a woman C-O to call me a copter |
She tried to get away, and I popped her |
Twice, right |
Now who wanna get nice? |
I had 6 C-Os, now it’s 5 to go |
And I’m serious — call me delirious |
But I’m still a captive |
I gotta rap this |
Time to break as time grows intense |
I got the steel in my right hand |
Now I’m lookin' for the fence |
I ventured into the courtyard |
Followed by 52 brothers |
Bruised, battered, and scarred but hard |
Goin' out with a bang |
Ready to bang out |
But power from the sky |
And from the tower shots rang out |
A high number of dose — yes |
And some came close |
Figure I trigger my steel |
Stand and hold my post |
This is what I mean — an anti-nigger machine |
If I come out alive and then they won’t — come clean |
And then I threw up my steel bullets — flew up |
Blew up, who shot… |
What, who, the bazooka was who |
And to my rescue, it was the S1Ws |
Secured my getaway, so I just gotaway |
The joint broke, from the black smoke |
Then they saw it was rougher than the average bluffer |
'Cause the steel was black, the attitude exact |
Now the chase is on tellin' you to c’mon |
53 brothers on the run, and we are gone |